Reinaldo Goeyenechea/ La Voz Hispana
No one knows for certain when we first met, and died
But for our purposes let’s say you arrived
Around holiday time in late November
Maybe through a bat-to-turkey transfer
Is it possible you remember?
Which should roughly make today
Your sixth month anniversary with us
So how should we mark the occasion, our virus?
It’s traditional to recall the good times
We’ve shared, and then to look ahead
Yet there aren’t many – perhaps only in the beginning –
When merely a few were dead
It’s customary to share a meal
And to raise a glass to prosperity and to wealth
But it would be a tad awkward to toast your health?
And we’ve no presents for you either
No chocolates, no wine, no beer
Our most heartfelt wish is to see you disappear
Yet what is far more likely is we’ll see you again and again
Although, as the old romantic tune goes,
“Don’t know where, don’t know when”
For you are a sneaky little pathogen
Therefore then let’s at least today renew our vows
Let’s please, my dear virus, co-exist, for now.
Ted Littleford
Ted Littleford