Isolation
Few heavy clouds are covering the sky
Above the lonely white house with brown door
Where at the window an old lady sits
And stares outside with gloomy sorry eyes.
Next to the house a couple stands and looks
Towards the house with their little child.
It is the lady’s son, his wife along
With their daughter that are visiting.
The family is staying in the street,
They cannot go inside the woman’s house
And she cannot go out to meet her son.
Pandemic rules are strict and they are harsh.
The little girl is waving towards her,
She’s happy when she sees her granny, that
Is hiding several tears with a big smile
And yearns to hold her in her arms once more.
MortimerBlooming
Sun 24th May 2020 10:34
This sickness has divided and forced into seclusion so much more than ourselves, it has made our very soul retreat,
A beautiful poem,
Mortimer