#4 noon hour

an epistolary poem

Mom-

I wish I had visited you more, then I couldn’t.

We were all told to quarantine (Dad too)-

told to stay home-go nowhere.

We never had a chance to say good bye

or even I love you.

Mysterious germs spreading

in even more mysterious ways.

You may have caught it from someone

who cared for you.

So sad, now you are gone.

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