I was only a dear child when the world felt like it was ending.
Hearing the walls of the hospital carry the prayers for the already dead.
Holding the hands of the lonely and scared.
I was only barely an adult seeing the dead for the first time.
Feeling the cold skin of a dear soul.
Staring at a body that someone once loved.
We were only barely free when the world was sent into lockdown.
Watching the life we could have had disappear through our trembling fingers.
