By: John Foley
About The Poem
This happened to the son of a friend in the early days of the pandemic. Having said goodbye to his dying father in intensive care the boy then had to isolate at home, separated from his vulnerable mother who could only communicate with him through the bedroom door
In the bed at the hospital
Lungs constricted, gasping breath, the father.
By his side to say goodbye, the son.
Separated by glass, the mother vulnerable.
Forbidden to enter, she watches
The boy. The man. The kiss. The final act.
At home, now separated by the bedroom door.
On one side, the mother helpless
Forbidden to comfort, she listens.
On the other, her son sobbing
Condemned to mourn alone.
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