Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Poem During the Plague: Poem 45


Tom Miller is a Somerville Bagel Bard,  a retired auto executive,  and a much-published poet. Recently he got his master's degree in history from Salem St. University.


COVID-19

I was three when the war ended.
I didn’t understand it
But the world lightened.
I could feel it.
I knew it.

Uncle Frank came home.
Uncle Don came home.
Uncle Ron didn’t.

But people were happy.
A burden lifted.
And life became good.

I felt that burden again just yesterday
            Seventy-five years later
Only now I understand it.
            The tension
            The uncertainty
            The need to persevere
            Not knowing the outcome
            Nor how the world will be different after.

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