Quarantine mode is on
The house is stacked with groceries in tonnes
The economy has fallen
But the love for family has risen
The maids are absent
With no assistance
But the family showed it’s presence
Cooking and washing was never so much fun
For breakfast my son
Prepared some buns
Chatting the whole day
We realized there was so much to say
Beds that were meant just to lay
Became a place to be happy and gay
We pray to Lord for things to be fine
But secretly we want this never ending
Family time