A poem: COVID isolation
A cold January day spent alone at home in my recliner chair;
The never-ending COVID isolation is leading to despair;
Ordered to stay home, no visits from family or friends;
Wondering how long before this solitary confinement ends;
Missing my grandchildren, human contact, activities of all sorts;
Listening to Dr. Henry’s worsening daily reports;
The winter days tick by and depression begins to set in;
Politicians repeat their mantra: ‘This is a war we must win’;
But are they following the devastating rules to which we must adhere?
Or are some still jetting off hiding their faces to conceal a sneer;
Do as I say and ignore what you saw;
Seems like they are flaunting, ‘We are above the law’;
While we have complied with all their demands;
Wear a mask, social distance and above all, wash your hands;
I’m tired of Trudeau refusing to give a straight answer about vaccine injections;
Canadians deserves facts and truth, not subterfuge and deceptions;
Yes we deserve the truth as Canadians are strong;
And it feels like for more than a year you have continued to string us along.
Darlene Davis
Cobble Hill
