Stolen. A poem by Patricia A Nugent

Hours
Days
Weeks
Months
Moments
Clerks
Nurses
Aides
Doctors
Teachers
Neighbors
Friends
Relatives
Births
Birthdays
Baptisms
Proms
Graduations
Weddings
Reunions
Deaths
Funerals
Jobs
Wages
Projects
Resources
Therapies
Treatments
Classes
Shops
Restaurants
Services
Songs
Poems
Books
Dances
Art
Visits
Smiles
Laughs
Tears
Handshakes
Hugs
Kisses
Trust
Compassion
Confidence
Joy
Hopes
Beliefs
Breaths

How many of these can one opportunistic virus steal from us?
As if it didn’t even care.
(It doesn’t.)
As if they don’t really matter.
(They do.)
We’ll reclaim them.
(Most of them. Maybe more. Maybe different)
When the time is right.
(Change will emerge.)

………………

Patricia A. Nugent’s muse is found by lifting up voices of marginalized people. She’s the author of the book “They Live On: Saying Goodbye to Mom and Dad”, and editor of the anthology “Before They Were Our Mothers: Voices of Women Born Before Rosie Started Riveting”. She volunteers to teach writing, journaling, spirituality, healing, and feminist history courses to adult learners. Her blog can be found here.

1 Comment

  1. The virus can not steal your voice or your creativity, or your love and compassion. Thank you for speaking in words what many of us feel but cannot articulate.

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