Taken By Coronavirus

Camille, a girl of twelve Red air and lost duel With a virus that chokes Your chest with wheezing tones You glow of your mountain shack Your mother replenishing with petals a sac Melting perfumes of roses and lavender To welcome you from school a traveler At noon, the alabaster sun intriguing The branches far-reaching Covering the silent brooks Bending with sinuous hooks At dawn, Camille listening on the doorstep Grandpa reciting a rhyme at its onset Of the brave princess and her purple fairy Of the owl hoot from the pinnacle of the priory Now, the evening in a hospital bed The bleep of a resuscitator on the corridor spread That breathing that slowly leaves life With a cycle that ends with no rise