Ode to a COVID-19 Mask

My wife made me
a protective mask.

She did it on her own.

I didn't have to ask.

She told me it was

a rather simple task.

The fabric's pattern is

the Day of the Dead

with smiling skulls of blue,

green, yellow, pink and red.

It protects me against

the disease's spread.

It's good to know

when germs are rife

I have such a caring

and creative wife,

one who loves me

and values my life.

I know this poem

is hardly Byronic

and this plague we're fighting

is not bubonic.

But I am protected by

a day of the dead mask.

How ironic! - Jeff Barnes