A tear slides over Grandma's cheek.
Life without her grandchildren feels so bleak.
The virus has us hiding at our home. It's too dangerous to go out and roam.
I miss the days of big family dinner. When they are around I feel as I'm a winner.
But as of now the play room is bare. Not even a use for that highchair.
I pray to the almighty God above. To send my grandchildren nothing but love.
By Jeana Perper