How can I sit down
To write a poem or two
When the world is in a pandemic
When the people every where
Are in a shock of life, unable to
Comprehend what it is with us
Will it be of any help,
While the front line workers
Are getting tired of doing all
Seeing all and still cannot help
How do we expect it all to vanish
Hope, hope hope is all we can,
When all is done, you know
Hope remains,
That we may find help for the dying
Find help for the living
Find some solace for those
Who can return from the doors
To the other world and return to bring the love from Him
To everyone to cherish,
What ‘taking a breath of fresh air’ means
What a microsecond of life extended to see the loved ones, one more time
Be there, in flesh and blood
How much it means, every second
To see them smile, and that you are loved.
