Mothers pain and mewling cries,
Freshly opened brand new eyes.
You arrive in God's good grace,
Your squishy fingers, tiny face.
Bringing sunshine like a summer's morn:
What a time to be born!
I thought about all those born and the joy they bring, but also the heartache of not been able to visit the new addition to the family.
This one talks about shielding and the isolation.
Today my legs are aching
Longing for a walk,
To wander past neighbours houses,
To stop, to smile, to talk.
Today my legs are restless
and my busy mind is bored.
Bur even when I am sitting still
I'm walking with the Lord.
This poem was written when the wearing of masks was announced and a reference to the Thursday evening applaud for key workers.
Silencing lips, covering mouths,
Clapping hands, touching hearts.
Hidden smiles, neighbourly waves,
Kind words sustaining us for days,
Raising voices, silent prayer,
Taking comfort, HE'S still there.
This one was written as we were awaiting the announcement from the First Minister about easing lockdown.
Waiting for the news,
Presenters sharing views/
Safe but also free...
How will all this effect me?
Could the day be today,
We go to Church and pray,
We can smile at our friends.
The unfamiliarity ends...
Will anticipation lead to celebration?
Are you keeping a record of events around this pandemic or do you just want to forget all about it? I want to forget all about it but as it is such a big part of our lives and will have many effects on our future I thought it prudent to record parts of it. I am thinking that I may put it to one side along with a few other items as a time capsule. I am hoping that I will be able to look back on this and have some treasured memories of a very strange event in our lives.
Take care and stay safe.
See you soon.