CELIA'S POEMS

No 268       December 10

Next Tuesday I’ve been called upon,

To have my Covid jab,

I just hope they did a good job,

When they released it from the lab.

You’re booked in to the minute,

You’ll miss it if you’re late,

I’ve to have another in three weeks,

For that I’ve got a date.

The first time they have given me,

To be there at 12.36,

The next is January 5th at 12.17,

When I get the final fix.

Way back in March Geoff said to me,

We must leave the caravan,

We’re in a lockdown for a week or two,

And Marco’s down the pan.

Because I was “Vulnerable”,

I had to stay inside,

A week before anyone else,

Getting old I can’t abide.

But the alternative is no good,

So nothing else I’m going to say,

I’ll just keep in touch with you,

And send a poem each day.