Poetry of Pain
COVID-19 is leaving families grief struck and there is no foreseeable end to this virus in sight.
I was just robbed. The thief I couldn’t see,
but he took something very valuable away from me.
A life is missing never again to be retrieved.
I am not the only victim because an entire nation was deceived.
To whom can I report this blatant theft?
Mismanagement and lies that gave way to an untimely death.
As I take my place on the next chart and graph,
look at my single mourner, a member of the hospital staff.
Don’t cry too long for me but wish me well.
My soul just departed from this earthly hell.
Today I lost my beloved uncle, Milton Guthrie. He was diagnosed with COVID-19 yesterday and passed away this morning. I have so many fond memories of him being one of those silent heroes that led by example.
I am beside myself with anguish. Rest in Power dear uncle!