Hearing the words "touch and go," I sink into a quagmire of despair Slipping and sliding on tears of fear In a swamp of memories I've but one brother, one sister Artie's Covid battle unleashed ills Pandora's Box opened to pneumonia COPD and emphysema Now the reaper knocks upon his door I pray he does not answer Separated by a thousand miles I long to see his smile again To hear his laugh just one more time I'd follow hope's long road anywhere Wrap him in the comfort of prayer Use my shield of love to protect him His chances tenuous at best Anxiety chases dreams away Lord, let me embrace him once more Before You carry him home