The Delivery

From VIRAL SPIRAL — A collection of poems by Sarah P. Ross


Sweet little baby
Don’t be born
Coronavirus is around us
And our masks are still on.
I’m scared to death this will get us
Your life is counting on mine
How will I keep you safe
Until it’s your time.
Hospitals overflowing
No room to get in
Dear God, where will I go
When contractions begin.
911 booked due to Covid-19
Will my child be born
Without a medical team?
Contractions as expected
Starting to repeat
Knowing this virus rules
I feel looming defeat.
Push the doctor says
As my baby is born
Precious life into a world
Totally torn.

"The Covid Graduate"