We lost you quicker than we could ever have imagined,
little or no farewell,
your going left us breathless,
more brutal than we ever would have thought.
Gone with you, the comfort of familiar.
We now know not what we know –
Less sure than ever of the sure.
Hit harder than ever before
We got sick, sadly many died, and as sad again you robbed us of the gift of grief.
As you exit stage eft, with a kick and shout,
enter stage right a soft smiled wh ‘sper –
How will we cope with this stranger?
Is she friend or foe?
What does the future hold?
It’s unlikely to be as good as what was –
Or could it possibly be better?
JMCD. 27.04.2020


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