I’ll Stay

I’ll hold your hand
when your family’s not here,
to comfort your death during
this quarantine my dear.

I know you don’t understand
what this lock-down has done,
and it pains me to know
you aren’t the only one.

But one visitor a day
is all that’s allowed,
and sadly you’ll get none
for the fear that surrounds.

So lay down your head
and close those tired eyes,
I’ll stay here with you
until your final goodbye.

May 27, 2020October 11, 2022 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: Death, love, Nursing, Patients, Poetry, Quarantine 38 Comments