Life In The Age Of Covid-19
When we teach even for a while, we wish the
best for those we teach.
What do I teach you now?
The life flight helicopter comes and goes multiple
times most nights from the children's hospital
not far away, winging children with Covid-19 to a
tent for them to be cared in, as the sick were
cared for in the era of the Spanish Influenza.
What do I tell you of your frantic mother's lost
hospital name tag, left in the street?
Of the dark night sky, the frightening sound of
propellers chopping the airs flesh, my folded
hands of prayer each time, my bible nearby?
What do I say to you even if you get well, about
the smudged, dreadful months erased from your
joyous life journey --- even if your health gets up
from its sick bed and returns to you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem