If I do not survive Covid
Please note the hopes we shaped before
The concerts, hikes and family feasts
Still on schedule, still in store.
I can write my colleagues’ tributes now
I hope you will be flattered,
How you toiled, co-authored, supported staff.
You smiled when it mattered.
But we will die. I’m sorry, friend,
That for us it could be
Sharply, while we labor on
Do you think that’s as it should be?
In the hallways, exam rooms, and clinics
Doctoring amid pain and tears
Shared mission, on-call nights, holding,
Kind gravitas calming our fears.
What I left of me at the hospital
Created a void we sensed elsewhere
Keying our door, scratching sweet Maggie
In my lap, iPhone, my comfy chair.
They bravely passed with no regrets.
We salute them now
We loved, respected and mourn them
But whom did I fail and how?
2 thoughts on “My Covid Epitaph”
I pray the wicked angel passes you over and thankyou for your service. Innumable silent people still thank youx
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