Yesterday’s picture
Asked to write a poem about what she would take back from her time in lockdown, Maddy wrote:
Come back with sugary shortbread
Come back with dangerous dens
Come back with awesome art.
Come back with tremendous talks
Come back with bizarre books
Come back with cool cubes.
Come back with lots of sleep
Come back with wonderous windows
Come back with sun filled meadows.
Come back with refreshing puddles
Come back with rocky road
Come back with happiness.
Her list made me think about what it’s been like for the past seventy-one days and what I’d come back with when it was all over.
If we hadn’t had the sadness of Mum’s death and not being able to mourn her together as a family, then I would say that so far things haven’t been too bad.
They have, however, been very different. I’m not going to write…
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Jan Edwards 