Missing

I stopped sending you presents
When I got no thanks,
Stopped writing you letters
When I got back blanks,
Yes I’ve made my mistakes,
But how my heart aches,
Just to hear a hello from you.

I stopped hoping to hear
How you got on each year,
Stopped wishing you’d call
When there were no calls at all,
I was told that you said
You don’t care if I’m dead,
But how my heart aches
Just to put both arms around you.

I stopped breathing last night,
Just for a second, in fright,
I stopped thinking that you
Will be coming home too.
No I can’t turn back clocks ,
To see what that unlocks,
but how my heart aches
Just to forget how much I miss you.

Furlough

Locked down, locked in.
Taking it nervously, on the chin.
Home, whilst others work so hard,
Feeling guilty in my yard.
Who am I, I ask myself,
Left isolated on the shelf?
Keeping busy every day,
Yet worries do not go away.
Suddenly, or so it seems,
I’m not needed in the teams.
I know I shouldn’t feel this way,
When others have to work all day.
But honestly, nowhere to go,
My life is now one long furlough.

Staying Home

Home is where the heart is,
And where we all must stay,
However hard this sounds to you,
Look on it this way:
 
The sun has started shining,
We see the flowers grow,
Our mornings seem much brighter,
And warmer winds now blow.
 
As Spring replaces Winter,
And day defeats the night,
The Earth will keep revolving
And the World will be alright

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