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One Hundred Days


06.24.20 Posted in today's words by

Patricia Asuncion’s most recent poem to appear here was “Tollway” (May 2020).

One Hundred Days
By Patricia Asuncion 

Friday, the thirteenth of March,
marked the start of the nursing home quarantine,
the start of contact by phone or peeks
through a window screen at you,
now caged one hundred days today,
Father’s Day.

It’s a special day because I can
sit outside the steel gate
on the other side of the garden
where you sit. We can see all
of each other for the first time.

We lock eyes, never stop grinning.
When we touch hands through the fence,
we quiver like high school sweethearts.
Eyes shut, you hug that used guitar
as if it were your soul mate, not just my
Father’s Day gift. I was warned
you might damage the guitar, but
your mirth affirms my actions.

The quarantine likely will not end
within weeks or months, especially for the elderly.
Yet, we have sway on how we fill those days.
I’ve left the chair by the steel gate.
I may bring a patio umbrella from home.
Maybe a game.



3 Responses to “One Hundred Days”

  1. Alex Baker says:

    Achingly beautiful.

  2. Catherine Neal says:

    Oh so touching, and so true for many of us. Thank you.

  3. Sylvia Beverly says:

    Sweet endearing love story. Touched my heart Greatly. ❤️❤️

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