We separate ourselves
so that we will not be parted
by that which has no mercy,
no respect for the yearnings
for the touch, the hugs,
the blessed nearness of them
Their faces smile bravely
on the screens we hold close
- so very close -
we chat and laugh
with forced normality
about toilet rolls and pasta
Around the world
homes under siege
long for real closeness again
especially with the little ones
who cannot know that grownups
must suffer to defend precious family
But we will not be parted
so we separate ourselves
for a little while
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Missing my beautiful daughters and grandchildren so much...
"Partir, c'est mourir un peu"
(c) P.J. Murphy. March 2020
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