Like the flower, her name was Iris

She thought she caught the virus

Not sure it was true

It could be the flu

Self-quarantined to not pass it by us

A Construction worker named Ned

I don’t care if I get it, he said

He did everything wrong

He didn’t last long

Enough said, poor Ned, he’s dead

A Postman, his name is Dan

Accepted the Presidents’ plan

Did everything he should

All that he could

The virus by-passed this man

A Nurse, her name was Sincere

The problem, no protective gear

A mother and wife

She gave her life

A Hero but no longer here

A Journalist, her name is Gill

With the virus she became ill

Her journey was rough

She was young and tough

She beat it thanks to Gods’ will

© Robert A Evans