AS MY FRIEND THE POET RECEIVED MANY ACCOLADES, WHO’S UP NEXT?

As a matter of fact
My intuitive reply to
My dear friend—the poet who
Didn’t know it—became expansive
(Quelle surpris!) Sooo ...
Ready or not, here comes
The insight-driven
Train of thought, which
Upon awakening, this morning
Filtered ever so naturally into
The conscious portion of my mind:
:
Thank you, Debbie
For being a person who
Loves people, and so
With your heart filled with love
You’d felt need to take
Pen in hand and express
Your innermost thoughts, which
Having been sent through
Cyberspace, may be inspiring
Countless spirits to feel
Reason to smile more
Brightly than
Would have been true
Had you not given me
Permission to pass
Your heartfelt poem forward to
My family and friends, and
So, in keeping with your spirit of
Sharing and spreading
The simple joys of
Intuitive creation, far and wide
Let’s hope that countless others
Who, finding themselves
Self quarantined as are Debbie and I
May feel self motivated to 
Open their hearts so as to
Pass forward their
Innermost thoughts, knowing
Full well how much pleasure
Their families and friends are
Sure to derive upon receiving and
Absorbing warm hugs nestling
Within the musings of
Loved ones, whose presence
We’ve been missing and
Will continue to
Miss more deeply than
Ever before, being that
Not one of us has
So much as a clue as to
How long this first experience
With self quarantine on
A global scope will
Point the fickle finger of
Fate, first here then there, until
The blessed day dawns when
The deadly nature of
This virus, looming darkly
Overhead, has passed, at last
Freeing my spirit and yours to
Feel like grabbing each other’s
Hands so as to form an ever widening
Circle composed of
Family and friends, all of whom are
Longing to feel personally relieved of
Subconscious stress concerning which
Person’s family the fickle finger of
Fate may pass over, just as proved
True during biblical times when
Torrential plagues continued to
Rain torment upon the heads of
The one percent who, caring not for
The miseries of those enslaved
Bowed down before Ramses in
Hopes of being counted amongst
The few who, remaining
Outrageously rich,
Are still considered to be
Absolute Power’s
Red hatted cronies, and though
Patriotic proponents of modern day
Democracy at its best plan to
Rally round Betsy’s hand stitched
Starred and striped, red, white and blue 
Flag in such great numbers with
Fervent hopes of curing
Our nation of the pervasive
Illness from which
We’ve all been suffering, come
November, who amongst us on
A global scope has a clue as to
When the world wide scourge of
Covid-19 will lift, at last?
Certainly not I.  
How ‘bout you?
🌈🌻🙋🏻‍♀️Annie