Poem
Middle-Age in the time of COVID
Published in
1 min readOct 14, 2020
My mom had died.
Without her
my dad wandered alone
in an unknown place,
demented,
without a phone.
The only trace of him,
credit card charges
from random places.
I awoke in darkness,
my dad
five years gone.
(Longer, if you count his mind.)
My mom
still alive.
The orphan,
now eighty-one,
survived her parents,
her husband,
her brother.
Her children,
grandchildren,
blown to the corners of the country.
Self-isolating.