WINDOWS

We view the baby
through a window
we cannot hold its little hand
nor touch its face

we cannot see grandfather
in his last moments
through an outside window
we sadly wave goodbye

we cannot see the couple
exchange their wedding vows
all plans are postponed
the shades pulled down on their future

we cannot worship in the church
the pews are empty
no stained glass windows
for drive-thru sinners

we cannot visit those we love
nor talk to them in person
we all grow older
as distance separates us

we are like orphaned children
looking through the window
of a candy store
yearning for sweetness
as the sign is flipped to "Closed".