CELIA'S POEMS

No 349        February 27

In years to come we’ll look back,

And think how did we do it,

It really was a dreadful time,

How did we all get through it.

Slowly but surely we’re getting there,

Take it slow, they often mention,

For the moment we’re still housebound,

We haven’t got an option.

The time now often seems to drag,

But spring will soon be here,

We’ll notice all the things we have,

Like our flowers that reappear.

The tiny little snowdrops,

And the daffodils come back,

They’re small and really delicate,

But they push through our tarmac.

Right now we’re planting all our bulbs,

Some grow flowers from little seeds,

But when the sun begins to shine,

Up pop the dreaded weeds.

So the little seeds are pushing through,

Their appearance it does please,

We just have got a worry,

What if it starts to freeze.

So let us all look forward,

When all lockdowns start to end,

I might get to see you all,

No more poems I need to send.