In All Of This (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

In the lock-down living in the same town
deep in memory I am lost in you glance,
while outside the thunder and rain comes down.
Its strange how little things do your face enhance,

how a simple smile and the look in the eye
in all of this with longing eats on me,
as lonely day on day passes slowly by,
thought-struck your image comes lingeringly,

amid reports of far too many people dying
of a Chinese thing, deadly, much like flue
and even the sky is also crying
while man is doing just what he can do

where this deadly virus acts by its stealth
and daily I am praying for your health.
© Gert Strydom