CELIA'S POEMS

            No 87  June 12

            Well we’ve been locked up a long time now,

            How have you all faired,

            I don’t know if you feel like me,

            It does make me feel scared.

            With all the rules and regulations,

            I think I might be doing wrong,

            I may queue in the wrong place,

            And not where I belong.

            I see people I have known for years,

            But dare not get too near,

            My voice is very quiet,

            I don’t think they can hear.

            We’re waiting for instructions,

            Opening next, what will it be,

            I hope it’s the hairdressers,

            I’m desperate you see.

            The social distancing is needed,

            And I suppose,doing it’s job,

            But it makes you avoid other people,

            I really feel that I’m a snob.

            So before they let me out again,

            I’ll have to get it right,

            The world has changed before my eyes,

            I hope we’ve won the fight.         

            But when we finally are free,

            I’m sure you’ll remember the time,

            When Celia sent you a verse each day,

            And got it all to rhyme.