'When will I hold you again?' a pandemic Valentine's Day

'When will I hold you again?' a pandemic Valentine's Day

“Weekend in New England,” Barry Manilow’s old ballad, got stuck in my mind’s ear about a week ago. Its repeated “whens” seem all too appropriate for this Valentine’s Day, the last big holiday we’ve had on the calendar that hasn’t yet been affected by the pandemic. That’s why I tried a little rewrite for “Weekend in New England.” (That and trying to get my mind’s ear to knock it off, already.)

Last time we said goodbye —

so hard this year!

I’m stuck in the city,

where nothing seems clear

but thoughts of me, holding you,

bringing us fear —

and tell me:

When will our eyes meet?

When can I touch you?

When will this pandemic end?

And when will I hold you again?

 

No flights to England,

few to L.A.;

the long, rocky beaches

are no place to play

with COVID still holding fast

too many ways —

and tell me:

When will our eyes meet?

When can I hold you?

When will this strong yearning end?

and when will the pandemic

end?

 

Margaret Serious has a page on Facebook.

When will I write more? Subscribe and find out! Type your e-mail address in the box and click the “create subscription” button. My list is completely spam-free, and you can opt out at any time.

Filed under: Music and language

Leave a comment