CELIA'S POEMS

            No 137  August 01

            You will be happy to all know,

            It’s come back, my “inspiration”,

            But now it has returned to me,

            It’s turned into imagination

            I’ve realised through the pandemic,

            How lucky I have been,

            We really have so many friends,

            Who I feel each day I’ve seen,

            It’s all because of poetry,

            One of the things I do,

            Although I have missed seeing you,

            We’re managing to get through.

            Some of you must be gutted,

            Long days at home you spend,

            I feel so sorry for you,

            Will it never end.

            That’s why I think I get spurred on,

            To let you know I care,

            And keep us all together,

            Look at Facebook, we’re all there.

            Things are slightly better,

            But it is not what we expected,

            I think what we have been through,

            Could not have been predicted.

            I don’t want you to even think,

            “Oh no” she’s here again,

            I’m just trying to do a little job,

            So you don’t go insane.

            So my imagination said,

            They’ve not all been away,

            You’re such a silly woman,

            You’ve spoken every day.