HOW THE CORONA PASSED OVER

My kids spent Corona Passover wandering like Arameans,

skipping upstairs and down, inside and out, playing the

goat, waving and blowing safe kisses at Gran

on social media.

My kids spent Corona Passover like a lost flock of sheep,

wagging their hands like the tails of spring lambs,

begging Bo Peep to find them.

Oh, my sons, my abandoned sons.

Oh, their new-born brother.

Oh, my darling girl.

Oh, my sons’ absent mother!

© Natalie Wood (20 April 2020)