"Lonely she lies in her carehome bed,

When will I get to see her in the days ahead?

I don't know how long she has to live,

A touch and a hug  I cannot give.

 

My mum thrives on constant interaction,

For the last 6 months we have been deprived of  action.

The thought of not seeing her is tearing me apart,

Not to see her again will break my heart.

 

I myself am a mother to be,

A grandchild perhaps she will never see.

She's dying and forgetting,

To do  so little for her I 'm regretting.

 

I break down in tears every night and day,

When is this virus going to go away?

I am a midwife and a qualified nurse,

My next visit,please ,not behind a hearse!"