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Pandemic Sorrows

Wrath of nature reaching out a pestilence hunting for souls gold in their hearts silver in their hair grandparents invaded struggling to breathe a lonely room no family allowed where is the love taking a last breath there is no embrace there is no goodbye there is no time leaving memories tomorrow starts another day one less candle Edward J Ebbs - April 4, 2020

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/14/2021 4:03:00 PM

This is very very sad . You wrote it so well.

Jan Allison

Date: 4/4/2020 6:03:00 PM

aww edward it must be absolutely heartbreaking not to be able to be with and say goodbye to those you love who are dying from this vile virus, got a huge lump in my throat reading your poem:-( hugs Jan xx

Edward Ebbs
Date: 4/4/2020 10:20:00 PM

Thanks, Jan, I am very rusty with what I write...I have been busy taking care of my mother-in-law in her later stages of Alzheimer's. I hope you are your family are well :)