The War Within
I write upon the agonizing war within
me, the war between my fear of Covid
and desire to see my mother,
who was in her death bed.
She chose to die at home, not at the hospital.
The home Corona virus invaded.
Saw her the night she was discharged, which I dreaded.
Entering the house with fear was brutal.
With shaking knees, stood by her bed.
Caressed her hair, touched her
face and arms and held her hand and in turn she did
hold mine and alone with her I stayed in.
Could not shake off my fear, qualm, angst while I was in
there for all, except one became covid
positive, including mother.
Minutes later, I said
"I love you" and left, although I had personal
protective equipment, home I headed.
2/2/21 My Invented Form - I Write Upon Poetry
Constance La France
Used: How Many Syllables and Rhymezone
Checked Grammar: PS
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