I Heard a Little of the Old Bubbling

I heard a little of the old bubbling This morning on the phone – first Surgery one, then, two, then there were none. Then I muse about the ladies who never See their children, nor hear their laughs, Those far away on mountains or on seas who won’t be back, And I know now there are the cruelest of cruel viruses, There have been those ugly things before, Though I have grown old and most likely will go on before, But you, you are light hearted, and have faith and belief, I love you my child, and I will hold back tears that you teach me, But to have you this day would be this Saturday's relief.