After all the fighting, the enemies bad words
Brexit is forgotten; people. friends to keep
They get prescriptions, offer all they have
This the time that Love lit up our street
They pay for others’ parcels, they’re discreet
They fill an old man’s freezer with new meals
They encourage our own nurses working on
They acknowledge this world is both good and real
I can’t go out, my hair is like sea fronds
My trousers are too big, will they fall down?
My eyes are brimming,full of happy tears
My teeth are broken but I cannot frown
Will this love and kindness last for long?
We’ll cultivate our Gardens, work as one
How my heart speaks 