Poems in a Pandemic: My Turn?

MY TURN?
by Jane Muir

My mother, as a child, was sick one weekend and didn’t visit her grandparents.
That weekend their house was struck by lightning and burned to the ground.
Both grandparents died in the fire.
I grew up with a fear of lightening.

My father, as a very young man in Scotland went to sea
As a cabin boy or whatever lowly job was available.
When one voyage finished, he took another
But missed the one to India
That boat sank before it reached Gibraltar
The whole crew perished.

And now I and all my children
Face our own dire threat—
Not a lightening strike
Nor a leaky boat

But someone
In China who
Ate a
Bat.


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