March 13th, 2020, 

the day the world turned upside down. 

Looking through the TV at cities, 

that became ghost towns. 

At a time when the country was at its worst, 

we all felt so scared that we could almost burst. 

We celebrated Passover with our families remotely, 

hoping to keep a healthy, safe family more than previously. 

Then, summer settles in. 

Finally, time to sleep in. 

Blue skies and sunshine 

refuse to resign. 

But, with no school, 

and no pool,

summer is not cool. 

It’s just more fuel 

to the invisible fire 

that kills thousands a day 

with no hope of a ceasefire. 

And as fall comes around once again, 

it becomes harder to find joy in the midst of such pain. School starts again, 

but I can’t even see my friends. 

It’s my senior year 

But it’s far from normal 

that much is clear. 

Trees are changing color, 

wind blows colder, 

Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur 

through a screen once more. 

The months blur by in an electronic haze. 

Now it’s December. 

It has been ten long months, 

and I can hardly remember 

what normal really is 

or if we can get our lives back anytime soon. 

It seems to me that I only perked up 

when I heard the news of a vaccine build-up. 

It couldn’t have come at a better time. 

Cold weather and dark nights lit up by more than just Hanukkah lights. The light at the end of the tunnel is finally within our sights. All we have to do 

is hope for a miracle, 

just like the Miracle of Lights.