The forgotten few
Milford. This poem by Helene Elizabeth Lane was sent to the Courier by her daughter Willa Moats, who writes: “Since her passing on 5/7/20 we retrieved her personal affects from Belle Reve. Amongst her papers was a poem she wrote. I believe it speaks on behalf of seniors on lockdown from Covid. I feel we need to share with others so that her voice is heard as I am quite sure many others feel this way. My hope is that you can publish her attached poem for others to read.”
Milford /
| 29 May 2020 | 11:15
Helene Elizabeth Lane
All is Quiet-calm-serene
Normally, this would be great!
Today, however, after many days of same
None of us at Belle Reve are happy with this fate.
So far, we’ve all cooperated as well as we can do
But it’s getting harder hour by hour
We feel like “the forgotten few.”
Please make some noise, of any kind
To wake us up within
We want to be good, we really do
But “the forgotten few” are in a stew.
We wonder how our families are
Our pets, our friends, our loves
Please speak to us about anything
Any sounds will help us sing
Of happier times, of just being able
To touch/Caress another human being.
March 28, 2020