
Look at us.
Look at us!
We are
the collateral damage
in the move to remove restrictions:
the old, the infirm,
the immuno-compromised.
Our lives
are the price paid
for not wearing masks,
not social distancing,
and not keeping the bubble small.
We are your entry fee
to the gym, the restaurant,
the rink, the concert, and the bar;
the profit regained,
the cost of doing business.
We are
your grandparents, your parents,
your sisters, your brothers, your babies,
your neighbours and your friends.
You come bearing the gift
no one wants to receive,
and once held,
no one wants it to linger longer
than a moment.
We are the thousands of years of life
not yet lived,
birthdays yet to be celebrated,
graduations yet to be seen,
endless hours of sunlight
never experienced,
and untold number of stories
never heard.
We are the figures
on your nightly newscast,
the health professionals sick at home,
the people with procedures postponed.
Look at us.
Look at us!
Truer words never spoken. Ron shared this poem with our dinner guests on Saturday.