A Broken Limb

During the plague in isolation
A limb fell from the family tree.
Sudden, the crack shattered hearts
filling our lives with a mournful debris.

No repairs can be made,
no new growth is the same.
A void and a hollow
where connection once laid.

The way the wind moves us,
snowflakes we catch
everything's different
without that tree branch.

One day I'll feel grateful
the limb nourishes our roots
for the life in the hollow
that are lasting tributes.

Right now it's the absence
from that awful detach
and grief for that limb
from which we all branched.