CELIA'S POEMS

No 211       October 14

To write these poems each day,

To me it means so much,

When I see you all checking in,

It’s keeping us in touch.

None of us would ever think,

That this would take so long,

We all try to keep to the rules,

And wouldn’t dream of doing wrong.

But sometimes it just happens,

You walk into a shop,

Oh! I’ve not got my mask on,

Then look round for a “cop”,

You are all aloud a “bubble”,

But that is very small,

But when you’re in Celia’s Bubble,

You can talk to one and all.

How ever will people remember,

How we used to dance,

I will be quite honest,

I haven’t got a chance.

My back won’t let me anyway,

It’s hard for me to walk,

But I’ll do what I’m good at,

Just sit down and talk.

I still do all my baking,

I do it, bit by bit,

I’ve worked out there’s certain things I do,

I can do them whilst I sit.

I don’t want to give up anything,

This age thing is a pain,

I can’t sit and do nothing,

I just would go insane

So I’ll muddle on as best I can,

The poems give me a rest,

I’ve got lots of hobbies,

That give me an interest.