The Global Vaccine Poem: Oh Joy, You Are Here

By Clara MacPherson

Dear Vaccine, may you restore
the warmth of embrace to our lives.
One small prick and a thick shield
can begin to grow in our bodies.
Bodies that have yearned for the touch
of a grandchild and daughter.
Vaccine, please grace us with life
even more vivid and brilliant than before.
I want to live, vaccine,
not just survive.
Surviving is a chore so draining
your innermost will to move and grow deteriorates,
rotting in a chrysalis of isolation.
We are hanging by a thread, vaccine.
But now, oh joy, you are here.