Days are short and nights are long

Mostly when my love is gone…

He’s with his mom and needs to be…

His birth to her keeps him from me…

Sharing him is not a choice…she held him

First and is the first love he felt…

It’s sad to see her fierce love on display

As she digs in her heels as they wheel

Her away…

The tears they roll down her cheeks

And down his face as he can’t ease her

Pain during this virus in this place…

He stands and watches how they keep her

safe…

Yet she feels they are tearing her away

From them as they leave…

The visits are short scheduled times

Because of this pandemic…and it’s hard

To make her understand the need for

This protection…as her mind and body are

Aging and diminishing with that aging

Process that is part of all of our lives…

I don’t feel his pain as he discribes the

Scene… reliving the scene of my mother

Who was taken from me almost 50 years

Ago…and that scene is revisited in my heart

And mind every time he explains his pain…

I see my mother closed in that box

And lowered in the ground…

Wishing it was me…visiting my mother in

Meadville instead of St. Mary’s when he

Asks me to go home which is no more

For me…

Then…I cry