Many of us are now separated from the ones we love. But the bonds of love keep us connected at a heart level. We yearn to be near our loved ones….to see them, to hug them, to express our love to them in person. With that in mind, I wrote this poem about a grandmother, at risk, separated from her family and the sorrow they share…yet they have hope that God will make a way.
Separated…but loved
In a still and darkened room
Grandma waits in thin draped gown
Her family waits across the town
Laughing gone, now only frowns
Concerns have come so near to roost
Fear and angst they do seduce.
No way to love or reach outside
I only wish that I could hide
In her room, there by her side
Oh Grandma Jane, a joyful soul
Without her here, there is a hole
Within my heart I cannot fix
I pray this threat is does subside
So at her home I can abide
Alone and quiet as she sits
Eating meals without her kids
Laughing half, but hurting more
Oh to see us at the door
But sorrow comes and takes away
The joy and fun we’d planned that day
There she sits and waits for me
To hold her hand, I’d pay to see
My prayers they rest on her today
She knows we love her while at bay
We talk and wave from window sills
She sees us there, it brings us chills
The warmth of touch, it’s gone today
I pray the Lord provide a way
To hold our Grams again real soon
And hum her favorite old-time tune
Father in this time of being separated from those we love, help us to recall the separation that you had with Jesus after He died on the cross. While we too yearn to be with the ones we love, you give us hope for another day. May we all trust you as we wait. May we remain hopeful for a new tomorrow with our loved ones and a great tomorrow with you in heaven. I pray in the living name of Jesus. Amen.
