A Brief Arrest

I watched my children, when it started, freak
out at the threat it held for their young kid.
They closed their doors entirely, and week
by week they said to me they must forbid
my visiting unless I saw no one
but them. For near two months we’d no embrace.
And for each after-surge, we had no fun;
we had to use a phone to see a face.

But now that we’ve had shots and lived these years,
although I’ve massed within this viral load,
we’ve learned a lot and they’ve outlasted fears.
For sure I have to stay in my abode,
but only for two weeks! Not hard to do,
considering the worries we’ve been through…

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