Hello, I’m here by the gate, okay I’ll wait
Daddy! Daddy! You’re here, great!
Masked face, gloved hands, giving no hugs
Hey guys! The sound of his voice the jitterbugs
Social distancing could not be had
Two little children excited to see their dad.
Daddy! Daddy! What did you bring for me?
They were excited as could be.
The gate swung in, the gate swung out
Daddy reprimanded them with a shout
Father out here, mother in there, family a collective noun.
Apart, broken out there on the sidewalk, feeling down.
Let me take that bag inside, what’s in there?
Happiness, treats, surrendering unclear
The one behind the glass looking and interpreting
Father having a conversation with his two offspring.
His defense attire caused limited love hindering.
We love you, Daddy, thanks for visiting
The gate swung in, the gate swung out – defying.
His exposed face expressed unconditional
Love and adoration not influenced by traditional
Dad, mom, boy, and girl together
Collectively like elephants caring for each other
Mother in there, father out here, separate but noticeable connected.
Social distancing, six feet apart although they were uninfected.
Hello, I am ready to go.
I’ll probably come to see you tomorrow.
Separated by wrought iron, and whatever other barriers
The one looking through the glass saw an injured warrior
His gloves and mask created a false exterior
They were only used as an apparatus
To shield each other from the Corona virus.
Bye, Daddy, we love you see you soon
Holiday upon them, there was no school
All the days of availability to their advantage
Take control do not take it for granted
Mother in there, father out here gone away from them
The passage of time spun twenty-four take the helm
Family is a collective noun – he a nomad
In this case, family is a verb – he being a Dad.
Ok, I said it!