Visiting Loved Ones
The Window
I sit outside the window, waiting for you to wake.
Not being able to touch you, is more than I can take.
As time goes on I wonder, will it get too cold to stay?
I look up at the clouds; they are looking winter gray.
While I watch you sleep I know, if I could hold your hand,
How much faster you would heal and be able to withstand!
I'm only feet away yet the glass makes it feel like a mile.
Soon your eyes are open, I wave and see you smile.
The nurse comes and assists you getting to a chair.
Each painful step you take, I can hardly bare.
It is a slow process but soon you are near.
The screen in the window makes you look so unclear.
How I long to hold you and give you a kiss,
But with this virus they say it is too big a risk.
Will we ever be able to get back to our lives?
Or are we destined to a life that only deprives?
By Grandma Jill
03-04-2021