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Isolation


Isolation 

by Robert Neest


Few heavy clouds are covering the sky 

Above the lonely white house with brown door 

Where at the window an old lady sits 

And stares outside with gloomy sorry eyes. 


Next to the house a couple stands and looks 

Towards the door with their little child. 

It is the lady’s son, his wife along 

With their daughter that are visiting. 


The family is staying in the street, 

They cannot go inside the woman’s house 

And she cannot go out to meet her son. 

Pandemic rules are strict and they are harsh. 


The little girl is waving towards her, 

She’s happy when she sees her granny, that 

Is hiding several tears with a big smile 

And yearns to hold her in her arms once more. 



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