Staring out for seems hours on end…
Looking out at the carnage brought…
forth in this still early Springs frost…
The self internment has been very hard upon her
and far more than she has shown…
The loss of an old friend, from this silly flu
as it has played out within her mind…
“ it could have been me “
“ I can’t even attend her funeral “
“ they would not allow me to see her “
“ not even to say goodbye “
All spoke as her tears flowed…
And what I am I
to do,
to say,
to feel…
When all I can do is hold her…
Kiss her forehead…
See to her needs as best she will allow.
Tell her we ar loved and blessed…
And we can work together to overcome our fears…
And see to it that no one ever fells this way again…
#lockdown, #quartine, #tears, #anquish
A Poet's Haven 
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