When the sun rises from the east
and the clock strikes eight,
father comes to wake me up,
with a happy smile on his face.
Coronavirus destroyed all chances,
to have a normal college life.
Thus, my class starts sharp at nine
and I am exhausted by noontime.
Fixing a quick brunch, I sit,
watching a movie or series,
suddenly my eyes drift towards the clock,
and I realize I got too wrapped up in TV.
Dashing towards my laptop I join in
and get the gist of the next topic.
My mind is still far away in New Orleans,
Worrying about creatures that don’t exist.
By the time the torture gets over,
my eyes start to water and droop.
So, I dim the lights and go to sleep,
Dreaming about big bad wolves.
A shrill voice wakes me up,
Who other than my own sister?
From my own room, I find myself being banished,
for her PE class has begun.
Working on assignments, I lose track of time
when my mother comes to me with food.
Then, I feed grandma her dinner
while pretending to be an airplane.
You might think it’s time to sleep,
I assure you, you are wrong,
for more work awaits me
and I have to work all night long.
The monotonous routine resumes,
yet another day, as I open my eyes.
Sometimes there are plans to look forward to,
but I make sure to remain happy all the time.