When I thought of quarantine 

I thought I’d rather be jumping on a trampoline 

How I longed for the long warm days of summer 

But instead I was stuck in one never-ending bummer

No control over the situation, it all depended on the virus

Scouring the news for information, 

but seeing nothing upon examination.

What’s that though?

About as small as a bar of soap 

Or as thin as a rope 

Yes, it’s a beautiful thing called hope 

Day by day, it grows bigger, 

And becomes more of a reality 

Hope, that life will return to normal 

It will with time, but now is prime 

Prime time to spend with family 

Stay healthy, stay safe 

It will get better.