By Linda Rodgers Pranitis
There is no seed
where the feeder was.
Nothing on the ground.
Red geranium, purple mum,
Once upon your sill.
Pictures that are missing.
Tape that held them there.
Looking in the window,
Another world.
You sitting in your chair.
There is no seed
Where the feeder was.
The birds
They all have gone.
Another women in your bed.
Broken hearts.
Memories set in stone.
COVID ghosts
Forever gone.
Above is COVID Ghost, a poem written two days after my mother, age 97, passed away from dementia and complications of COVID 19. The poem speaks of the remnants left outside her nursing home window, cared for during daily visits to her. She sadly was placed there one month before pandemic hit and spent the rest of her last 10 months in Quarantine. This poem was written from the core of my heart as I tried to grapple with what happened to her and many like her.
Such a powerful poem conveying an aching sense of loss. My own grandmother loved to feed the birds and would always talk about them. I still think of her when I see them at our bird feeder. Memories of those we have lost stick to our hearts much like the image of the tape left behind that used to hold the photos to the wall. I am so sorry for your loss and thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
Dear Michael,
Thank you for your comment about COVID Ghost. I can see from your words that you understand this profound feeling of loss, as with your grandmother. It is wonderful that we can support each other through the Poetry and COVID project.
Best,
Linda
A very poignant and personal poem, thank you for sharing and so sorry for your loss. I was particularly struck by the first three lines, suggesting time had elapsed but also the birds had also moved on possibly with your mother. I find watching the bird feeder very life rewarding so it had a particular resonance.
Dear David,
Thank you for your kind comment about Covid Ghost. The bird feeder was indeed a great comfort for our mom as she was quarantined.
Best, Linda
Thank you for sharing something so vulnerable. I’m so sorry for your loss.
Dear Izzy,
Thank you for your kind words. So many have suffered loss.
Best, Linda