COVID-19, Day 282

 


Dawson's Lament

 

Words: Itzhik Manger                                                                       Music: Philip Laskovski (Oyfn veg sheht a boym)

 

Tell me now, Mother Dear

Why you’re always crying

When you think of the year

Of despair and dying

When the plague hit the land

Like a blazing fire

Causing frenzy, causing panic—

Everything turned dire

Then my Grandpa stayed in bed

Coughing and in anguish

When the plague took him away

Oh, did Grandma languish!

Till the plague took Grandma too,

With much of the family

No one came to comfort you;

They were quarantined.

 

Then my father lost his job

When the market weakened

I can’t forget your moans and sobs

Praying for a beacon

Dad was angry and dismayed

That he was unable

To pay mortgage, to pay bills

Put food on the table

Childhood years were put on hold

Yes, those times were cruel

There was no playing with my friends

No, not even school

Night and day, I stayed at home

Keeping safe from illness

I was scared and so alone

From such dreary stillness.

 

Cry no more, Mother Dear

Yes, I know you loved them

Though they've gone,  I am here

We’ll get through this mayhem

One day Dad'll work again

Wouldn't that be splendid?

We'll go dining out with friends

When this all has ended

Maybe I'll join Little League

Or I'll go out fishing

Long as I don't stay indoors

This is all I'm wishing

But that time is coming soon

This truth keeps me coping

Tomorrow's sun will be our boon

So let's keep on hoping.

 

 In memory of the more than 300,000 Americans who have perished from COVID-19.

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