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My auntie died today 
She was eighty eight
So this poem’s quite messy
Because I am stressy
And not thinking very straight.

I don’t know why I am sad
I hadn’t seen her in years
But when I was told
My blood ran cold
And I even shed a few tears

I think it’s because she died
Of the virus called Covid19
It’s just made me feel
That the threat’s really real
you understand what I mean?

Cos before it was kind of abstract
A growing figure in the news
But now it’s so near 
It increases my fear
How many lives must we lose?

I don’t think I am grieving for aunty.
She’s not the true cause of my sorrow
It’s my parents you see.
Eighty one and Eighty,
What is it’s their turn tomorrow?

I’m sorry this poem is morbid
I was feeling full of hope.
But today’s event
Has left a dent
And I wonder how I will cope.

I feel so much pain for my cousins.
They are devastated.
Even though not young 
She was still full of fun
This just was not anticipated.

Two weeks ago was her birthday
Cos of lockdown she was alone.
Her kids really tried,
To keep her satisfied,
With some cards and a chat on the phone.

Saying “mum next year will be better,
We will celebrate in style”
But despite such care
The virus was there 
And caught up with her after a while.

So please whoever you are,
Don’t think the rules don’t apply,
Stay safe and stay home
And try not to moan
Cos I don’t want any more to die.

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