Thursday, 21 January 2021

Unprepared

 

Unprepared

 

I find it uncanny

That a lump in my fanny

Is festering...

It's been pestering

Enough to visit the doc

But it's still quite a shock!

 

It's been keeping warm,

and moist, but isn't the norm

Choosing my lady gate!

It's under debate

Going to be scanned,

And swabbed, with other plans!

 

Just hope it's a cyst

Nothing bad - I insist!

Or just a bleeding spot

That I've got!

Or a blemish

but it has been a menace!

 

 

It’s been itchy and sore

Have tried to ignore

But it hasn't gone away

Don't want malady -

(I’ve had a bad year

With a manky ear!)

 

Don’t want to administer

Treatment on something sinister;

A little soothing cream

That will work like a dream!

To make it disappear

And it all to be clear.

 

Guess I'm a bit scared

Panicked, unprepared,

Waiting for a biopsy 

Take a bit out of me

And hope my interior design

Will be normal and fine.

 

Linda Lawrence

21/01/2021

 

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Saturday, 2 January 2021

Christmas 2020

 

Christmas 2020

 

Another year has flown by, taken down the Christmas tree,

Childhood decorations made or bought when we were all carefree.

The garlands we put up early that adorned our living rooms

The twinkling-coloured fairy lights sparkled in the darkened afternoons.

 

As the last of the silver and gold glitter is swept and vacuumed up

This time last year, some news was dismissed as a storm in a teacup!

As the tinsel was packed away in boxes; a different year has passed,

A blackened sky, something in the air, it's been so overcast.

 

We carried on, sent wishes of health, stamped and posted off.

No one mixed something in the midst, worried about our colds and coughs.

We've not done this, or not done that, celebrated in our own way.

Cards sent with love with a message that says, stay safe indoors today.

 

A darkened cloud has descended but raised our drinks to a New Year!

One thing is clear, for most of 2020 many have lived in fear.

People that live on their own would have probably gone to sleep

In spite of the fireworks that lit up the sky, they wouldn’t hear a peep.

We were made aware, told to beware and to give each other space!

And in our despair, we kept away, too frightened to embrace.

Did not get together at Christmastime, we were told to stay away

And all of Christmas 2020 will be on hold until another day.


For the folk that live alone, messages of love pour down the phone.

Waving from their comfort zone, the place of sanctuary that's their home.

We have no doubt that people have moved about - had to get out!

Hard to stay indoors so much, but maybe sparked a new breakout.

 

This time last year, we heard that things were on the change

And all the plans we might have made, we had to rearrange.

This time next year we pray it will be back to a new normal

And Christmastime once again will be special and informal.

 

Another year will soon pass by, put up our Christmas trees;

Whether it will be like it was two years ago there is no guarantee.

Send Christmas cards to the ones we love, wish them good health

Raise our glasses to a New Year, the world, and commonwealth.

 

Spread gold and silver glitter - -not this thing that's been so cruel

Thankful for discoveries, millions saved, our children back at school!

The twinkling-coloured fairy lights, the fireworks light up the sky.

We pray next year will be so different from the last for the likes of you and I.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

 

2nd January 2021