My Auntie Died Today

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.