"My Niece Has a Baby During the Pandemic"by Dell Lemmon

A pandemic spreads across the globe.

At first, I stay in the city.

A child is born.

I have better technology in the city.

It was a difficult birth.

I can watch the latest news on cable television.

It took many hours of labor and a caesarian at 3:30 AM.

I learn to Zoom with various poetry groups on my computer.

Luckily, the mother and child survive.

I see parents with their children, who are not in school, in the park outside my windows.

The extended family of the new baby is grateful.

I am in New York City, which is the epicenter of the pandemic.

The next day, mother and child rest after the long birth.

I want to leave the city for Easter, but the crisis is escalating at an alarming rate.

Then there are many photos of the baby on the computer.

I am not very good at wearing masks.

The baby looks calm and content.

Every day, I see more ambulances parked and waiting behind my building.

The baby sleeps a lot.

Each time I go shopping for groceries, I feel guiltier.

The baby appears swaddled and dressed in many different outfits.

I am afraid that one of the shopkeepers will get sick.

The baby’s father looks happy.

Finally, I decide to leave and check on my house in the country.

The baby is a boy.

With the stay-at-home orders, where will I get gas and have lunch on the road?

The father has a son.

At the border of Rhode Island, I have to tell a soldier where I am going.

The mother has a child.

He seems relieved that I am going to Massachusetts.

The three of them leave the hospital.

I am relieved when I arrive at my house in the woods.

The family is back in their home.

I didn’t realize how stressful it was in the city.

There are many daffodils in bloom.