The week we cried



At first we locked down
With anxious giggles,
With anxious shrugs,
With cautious sighs,
We closed the door.

What can we do?
We weren’t sure.
Shopping, no not us.
We started the online search.
A sudden realisation, this was difficult.

We zoomed.
We Housepartyed.
We FaceTimed.
It was fun,
in its difference.
A family quizz,happy until the connections cut

We shared jokes,
Endlessly.
Have you seen this one?
We laughed.
This strange time,
soothed by one shared joke.

Then we shared the articles,
critical of government.
The numbers of deaths increased.
We watched the endless updates.
We held our breath on lockdown decisions,
beyond our control.

We shared music created in rooms apart.
Dancers weaving their spell just for us,
alone in our homes.
The sun shone as if to mess with us,
gardens tended and
parks never so enticing.

But this week, this was the week we cried.
For our own losses,
For the losses announced each day,
For the deaths alone with strangers, 
For the care homes, oh yes the care homes
that collective grief unbearable to witness.

This was the week we cried for ourselves
Alone, socially isolating in our grief.
Disconnected,
yearning for connection.

The week we cried.




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