Love | Life | Poetry

I Cannot Hug You, It’s Not You

It’s Not Me, It’s Something We Cannot See

It’s something we have never seen before.

In fact, we cannot see it.

But it is all around us, everywhere it is there.

Here, there and over there.

My grandchild, I could not hug you.

My grandchild, I could not hold you.

That is the way it had to be.

You cried when you saw me.

I cried when I saw you.

We cried that hugs could not be.

I pass the stranger in the street.

Wary of what they may carry.

Wary of what they may give me.

It is surreal and so real.

This thing they call COVID 19.

It is all around just like love is all around us.

Only it does not show us, love.

Just sadness, illness, and sometimes even death.

But it does not have to be that way.

Keep your distance I say.

Keep your distance from me, please.

Cover your face and not because I don’t want to see your lovely face.

Cover your face to stop the cough.

Cover your face to stop the germs flying all around us.

That is all we can do to keep this invisible demon away from us.

Let’s hope this does not last.

Be safe my friends.

Be safe my family.

Be safe all people that are around us.

Be safe wherever you may be in the world.

It’s the world, not you or me.

It’s in the world you see.

I Cannot Hug You, It’s Not You

It’s Not Me, It’s Something We Cannot See

I’ve not written much poetry but felt compelled to write this about hugging after meeting family for the first time after several years due to the pandemic. We asked each other whether they were okay to receive a hug before doing so. I have never thought of this before and have always hugged my family when I first saw them. I hope that hugs will become normal once again and be given spontaneously.

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