(to my wife, Daleen)
It's as if to the needs of others we are blind,
in this time to those who life has left behind
to those who have no own kind of resting place,
who now have got the same hardships to face,
to the elderly that you at Meals on Wheels do feed,
and those with poverty that has got a dire need
but then my love, right now you want to go
and hand out food to those that you do know,
while I am afraid of trepidation to your very life
and I strongly tell you to avoid this, my dearest wife,
but you do as you want to and I can only pray
that safe in this deadly time you will stay
and this is not of well-being or loyalty
but of your own life and your own safety,
where at a time all of this deadly situation will be past
and you will be able to make a contribution that will last.
[Poet's note: I want those at Northern Conference ACS and Meals and Wheels headquarters to take special note of this poem.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem