CELIA'S POEMS

            No 153  August 17

            Back in March I told you,

            I’d write a poem each day,

            Little did I know then,

            This virus came to stay.

            I love writing these poems for you,

            Let me make it clear,

            But then of course, who could know,

            It may go on a year.

            I feel as if I talk to you,

            I do it all in rhyme,

            I think it makes it better,

            And I’m stuck here with the time.

            I think when we do finally meet,

            I really must rehearse,

            So when I start to speak to you,

            I don’t break into verse.

            Something will just set me off,

            Geoff sees me, pen in hand,

            Fingers at the ready,

            The poem goes on as planned.

            People often ask me,

            How I think of things to say,

            Well I’ve got lots of time to spare,

            We didn’t go away.

            I’ve got a very quiet voice,

            I just don’t make much noise,

            If I’d have had to read those,

            I would have lost my voice.

            So keep reading all the poems,

            Because they mean so much,

            It’s the only way at the moment,

            That we can keep in touch.