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The unkindness of Covid
Your polo shirt is slightly askew.
Eyeliner you try and hide.
My daughter baby’s prime;
we have fought for this.
You now sit in classrooms,
open windows, warmth drained.
Queue, face mask clad, in corridors
dreaming of seeing faces
The boy you pass notes to
you are no longer free to kiss
or find the ecstasy in another.
Your childhood is on hold.
W...
Monday 19th October 2020 12:41 pm
Walking with my girl
The wind blew us away,
but we stayed sure footed.
Evening drew in
as dark clouds swam
in post storm
Dreams:
a God dwelling sky.
We built shelter
for your game,
The way you faced
the wind
made me so proud.
We the warrior queens,
wanting nothing but this.
By Emma-Jane Stradling
Thursday 5th October 2017 9:54 am
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