the massive maroon colored truck 
with my mom and dad swallowed inside, 
slowly drove in front of our house,
wheels crawling to a halt.
my children, 
the four of them, 
noses and fingers pressed against the glass
clamoring for one glance of 
grandma and grandpa 
their eyes bright and happy when all the eyes 
met at once.
we all waved wildly, 
ari jumping up and down 
in his tired diaper the that threatened to 
let go at any moment 
Grandma and Grandpa 
so close
yet we were separated by 
glass, steps, 
carved metal and wheels, 
the air between us 
we never would have guessed that 
this Corona virus 
would keep us 
from hugging and running to 
Grandma and Grandpa 
or that they would be close enough to touch
but we couldn't.

-covid_19 series