By Mary L Schmidt, 20 November 2020
Here I am at home, completely alone,
Full of loneliness, in isolation with my phone;
One mutating virus separates us like a cyclone,
Not one safe place to go, only home I bemoan.
Wash, wash, wash, no hands touching,
With family and friends, no longer hugging;
As I try to breathe, my lungs are struggling,
As my heart, chest and alveoli are crushing.
Copyright Mary L Schmidt November 2020