Out of shielding at last
‘Out?: she asked with a gasp.
I think you’re being deliberately obtuse
For it’s not my mouth that been out of use
It’s the pubs that are closed
and the dentist too
No more people asking to use the loo
We’ve been busy during our shielding
Doing decorating and jobs that needed doing
In fact, it feels as we’ve almost caught up
Now I can get into church gain
something something something heaven!
A poem i wrote for my Mom coming out of shielding!
© Andrew Watkins 2020
Material things get the better of us 