I can say with great confidence that we’re all weary of COVID and the toll it has taken on so many areas of life.
Yesterday, in spite of everything, in spite of a young girl’s fear that the celebration of her eleventh birthday would be confined to the virtual world, a small family gathering took place at our home. Social distancing was respected, and my beautiful daughter had a chance to safely bask in the love of her three-dimensional family. However, physical touch outside of immediate family was a no-go.
I composed a short poem to reflect on what has been the experiences of so many.
They came! Pure joy, bright smile, Grandma! Grandpa!
Air hug, squeeze tight, baby girl, please stay safe!
Can they play? I miss the swing, push me high!
Too close, I know, will my heart ache forever?
Daddy, I am glad, but sad, it hurts so bad.
Please play with me. We’ll catch a butterfly.
Leave the net, and step away, so they can see.
Daddy, you are holding me! I’m not a bug.
Who wants a bug when there’s an angel to hug?