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
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)