Eighty-three days – When I think about my vows
For better and for worse
in sickness and in health
until death do us part.
Vows that many of us make in a marriage.
How sad when you cannot be close
until death wants to separate for your loved one.
So many souls died alone during this pandemic.
Some couples died within hours of each other
Death has no pride;
neither does this virus.
It does not discriminate.
It does not care who you vote for
or who your candidate is or what political party you belong to.
It is cruel, relentless, and even smart
because you may not know you are afflicted or infected,
until you actually feel ill. It changes the symptoms all the time.
It out smarts you;
Until it may be too late and
no one can come in to be with you when you die.
It may leave you with heart problems,
kidney failure and unable to think straight.
In 83 days, at the rate we are going,
Eighty-three thousand people may die.
This can be a reality.
Does this horrify you?
It scares the hell out of me.
I now know three people who are ravaged by COVID-19
Something’s gotta give.
I vow to try not to infect someone else
I know what we have to do.
I don to want to sound so hopeless or helpless but I just heard of a family member who has tested positive. She did everything right. So what happened? It is frustrating and it makes me crazy. I do not want to impose my opinions. I try to be positive. I want to write poetry. I want to inspire not to instill fear. So please be safe. In the meanwhile, think about what we can do during this next 83 days.