We view the baby

through a window

we cannot hold its little hand

nor touch its face

 

we cannot see grandfather

in his last moments

through an outside window

we sadly wave goodbye

 

we cannot see the couple

exchange their wedding vows

all plans are postponed

the shades pulled down on their future

 

we cannot worship in the church

the pews are empty

no stained glass windows

for drive-thru sinners

 

we cannot visit those we love

nor talk to them in person

we all grow older

as distance separates us

 

we are like orphaned children

looking through the window

of a candy store

yearning for sweetness

as the sign is flipped to "Closed".