The jab

I take a small risk for the sake of our community, our nation, our world. So excuse me if I was befuddled. You caught me unawares. I looked up to your generation like a child. Through your words I see we are not on the same page. 

Everyone has their own opinion but I can’t help looking at what is happening in the world. It brings tears to my eyes. Getting the jab? That’s a small contribution. I guess I was surprised when a stranger in their 70’s advised they are waiting for a different vaccine to come along. Their choice but I definitely see things through a different lens. This Delta variant…well it spreads like wildfire. We went into lockdown again a few weeks ago.

Stay safe everyone. Thinking of you all.

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#Poetry – Tree of hugs and kisses

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Shopping for Christmas presents this year seems just a bit insane, but I was at the shopping centre so that made it sound more tame. I know it’s not December but I thought about it alot. Clean hands and masks are essential in case you had forgot. 

So I scouted round for presents but nothing hit the spot, so thought I’d get creative and give it another shot. Cause I’m thinking the greatest present that I would like to see, is a tree with hugs and kisses hand sanitized for free. Free for all that want to get a hug and kiss this time of year. Hugs and kisses we all can get without the need to fear.



Photo by Oleg Magni from Pexels – Woman Wearing Brown Jacket – 2020

#Poetry – The virus redefines

In these pandemic days with the numbers here so low, we forget our new normal and relax into the flow. That addictive flow of laughter a flow of catch ups and good times, yet lurking in the background that virus redefines.

It’s killing people in the thousands far from our island shores, but all we get is petty now with distancing a chore. Its been a week since I wore a mask, friends try to kiss hello, but I bark “keep your distance”, and that flow of camaraderie goes.

Inside my guts are churning and my mind is full of fear, that I could expose unwittingly the ones I love so dear. What if in haste I made a mistake? One I’d just regret. Not something thought out or intended but the consequence…just dread.

So excuse me now my lovelies, let’s wait until the storm has passed. I’ll safely then embrace you with a happiness that lasts.