Easter Without My Family Poem by Marilyn Lott

The coronavirus is to blame, of course
It swept in and took control
Started a large distance away
It sure has taken a toll.

It is compared with a war some say
Folks dying or in a hospital bed
Long lines you see to get the food
Death is what we mostly dread.

The Easters through my many years
Are countless I'm telling you
It is Randy and me to sit at the table
But I'll tell you what we will do.

We will eat as though it wasn't Easter
As though it was a regular day
My prayers I always keep to myself
It has always been my way.

But I will thank the good Lord, I will
For He has been good to me
Next year I pray things will be okay
For now I'll have Easter without my family!