Our mom caught Covid and we’re all in shock
(she had the shots and mostly she behaved).
She’s in the ICU, and that’s a block
to seeing her. The diagnosis gave
us reason for the falls and the fatigue
that led her kids to worry she faced death.
Her viral load is low – her tests intrigue
the doctors, but for sure she’s short of breath.

Four days in bed and chair extort a toll.
Disorienting scenes have her confused
(she’s always tried to manage and control).
Frustration and complaints are quick-excused,
but how her will retreats gives me concern –
she may grow too compliant to return.

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