"The Sick Child" is by J. Bond Francisco‘My Covid-19 Birthday Bash’ by Jeff Kemper The Society November 30, 2020 Coronavirus, Culture, Humor, Poetry 8 Comments 2 November 2020 Two weeks and counting here I be In clutches of the CCP I don’t delight as I once did In birthday presents, cards, and quid, But my two darling angel-girls Served me with functionary pearls That bode delightful memories Unlike what came from overseas And self-opened in two days thence When grave afflictions did commence. I ached and coughed colossally And passed my gift to others, three. For days I chilled and sweated sore And thrice I thought my throes were o’er Only to falter and fall prey, Each time, to deeper disarray. My oxygen capacity Was mitigated grievously. My darling wife of many years Obeyed her educated fears, Conveyed me to the ER place, And handed them a Covid case. While her Wu-Flu had run its course Mine hit my lungs with robust force And now pneumonic sewage rests On alveolar foliage nests! My Birthday Bash greets me each day With gasps for oxygen. I pray My God for solace as I lie Upon my patient bed, descry No progress toward the asymptote Of health. Now I can’t even vote! Instead I’m wallowing in ash Of my unwelcomed Birthday Bash! Jeff Kemper has been a biology teacher, biblical studies instructor, editor, and painting contractor. He lives with his wife, Sue, in York County, Pennsylvania. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 8 Responses C.B. Anderson November 30, 2020 I trust, Jeff, that the symptoms you describe are poetic inventions. If not, then get well soon. I especially liked “asymptote,” which indicates a limit that can be approached but never reached (in finite time). It’s funny, isn’t it, how we draw from all the far corners of our education to inform the metrical demands of our lines. That’s what makes this job fun. Someday, perhaps, I’ll tell you about the only time I was ever in York, PA. As a native Pennsylvanian myself, it amazes me how little of that state I have actually visited. Reply Jeff Kemper November 30, 2020 None of the symptoms described were “poetic inventions.” They may have been embellished but only a bit. I’m back to normal, after a six-day stint in the hospital, complete with sundry treatments. And, by the way, I finally had the chance to vote on 3 November, the day after I wrote the poem. I look forward to a conversation about York, PA. Reply Margaret Coats November 30, 2020 Jeff, I hope this posting indicates that you have recovered from your hospitalized condition on November 1. Good to see you having some fun with the situation. Check out your treatment in comparison with proposals to be found here: https://thenewamerican.com/how-to-fight-coronavirus-without-causing-a-global-depression/ And make the most of your status as a “Covid-19 Survivor.” Some are being heard with great respect on various media! Reply Jeff Kemper November 30, 2020 Thank you, Margaret, I will check out the link you provided. I’m back to 99% healthy. Reply Theresa Rodriguez November 30, 2020 Many thanks, Jeff, for sharing your Covid-19 story with us in such an engaging way. I learned something new with “asymptote,” thanks to C.B. (and an internet search)! Best wishes for your health and recovery! Reply Jeff Kemper November 30, 2020 Funny, how at my age health is an asymptote that I’m approaching but will no longer quite reach, but I try in many ways to make life’s experiences fun. Thanks for your wishes! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant December 1, 2020 Jeff, I’m sorry to hear of your plight and I’m so glad to hear that you’re better and that you managed to vote – let’s hope your vote counts! The poetic side effect of your dreadful experience is admirable. I particularly like, “And now pneumonic sewage rests/On alveolar foliage nests!” – I never in a million years thought I’d hear those words in a poem – spectacular! We would all have been robbed of those inspired end rhymes if you hadn’t suffered for your art – thank you, Mr. Kemper! Stay well! Reply Jeff Kemper December 1, 2020 Thank you, Susan. After the fact it usually seems worth it to me to have preserved the memory in verse. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.