If you came over for coffee last weekend, I’d tell you about the below quote I wrote on the first of September and that I
I lost my uncle on 28th of September to COVID-19 within three weeks of my grandma’s passing.
When I lost my grandma on September 9th, I thought I still had him.
If I don’t watch out, I’ll slip
Slide down the rabbit hole
And not find my way up
So, I hold on desperately
To a branch I’ve known
Smooth is its bark
Sturdy, easiest to hold
so I think
I have never before Wished more To be a bird atop a tree Free To roam where I please and not be afraid
I’m back after a week and I’m so glad. I have been busy taking part in a 8 day Russian poetry challenge on Facebook. As
With the lockdown continuing I decided to participate in weekly coffee evenings. Coffee with friends is now a thing of the past and a dream
I don’t know which phase of the ‘lockdown’ or the ‘release from lockdown,’ phase we are in. I’ve lost track. It’s now…let me count…from 22nd