How do I feel, you ask me?
How do I feel?
My world’s become surreal.
I’m adrift, worried, confused, alone.
Oh, there’s plenty of conversation, plenty of laughter
back and forth, to and fro across my phone.
And seemingly never-ending texts dance upon the screens of all my devices.
But Lord… I want a hug.
Soon I’ll learn to Zoom, maybe even Skype.
I know facial expressions will be stilted, images ghostly.
Transmission will falter, sound will stutter.
Still, it’s better than not seeing dear faces at all. Right?
Lord… I want a hug.
My husband, under Hospice care, quarantined in a nursing home…
Will I ever see him again, hold his hand?
Does he miss me? Can he understand?
Parkinson’s and dementia have already been robbing us.
has sounded the death knell.
LORD… I NEED A HUG.