Another shift,
Will additional hours be required?
From the beginning, nurses, doctors –
Going short of peaceful sleep.
Families wondering when
All members will again meet.
The coronavirus, cruel
As a murderer, random as
A violent hurricane.
Every day at least one
Slips away in isolation
From those loved and cherished.
Caregivers struggle with guilt,
Was enough done?
Why this senseless loss?
So many battles fought,
So little medicine can do,
Hoping always for a breakthrough.
Willing hearts on fire
With love for their fellow man
Sacrificing whatever they can
To beat a disease consuming
People throughout all lands.
Loving, like angels, sharing
All their being to help those
Who continue to need them.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
A poem requested by the owner/publisher of the Chapel Hill News & Views. It will appear in the February issue.

Gratitude…
I had an assignment today.
Writing helped clear my doubt away.
The day has run long, so I got things done.
Even when I cannot believe in myself, God believes in me.
The magic of music.
Prompt: Create something that illustrates your gratitude.
Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative; I hope you found the furnishings to your liking. You may follow the site if you like or come back on a future date.
My hope for you is that you find enough love to carry you through the deeps and that many blessings keep you sweet.
Congratulations!
A wonderful poem getting well-deserved attention.
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Thank you so much, Kiril. It was a pleasure to write, though a bit somber. I am so grateful to those who are working so hard to save lives.
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