A wave through the window
My son JordyTom and I have a thing, whenever we say goodbye, we hug. I don’t remember when it started. It’s just a given. We always do it. Today I dropped off food at his front door because he has COVID. Since the vaccine is no guarantee against this new variant, he waved at me thru the etched glass door. That’s when it started. Without warning the tears came pouring down my face. I couldn’t get my hug. Oh, I hate you COVID. Are you ever going to leave? Will we ever be free of you?
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