https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-21829409

The geese flew high across the sky tonight
My heart expanded with their rhythmic play.
As if joy were a fire that could ignite
The geese flew high across the sky tonight
Heading to the North where there’s a lake.
I have never a swan in flight.
Who can take me to the Wash today?
All the birds I love should come this way
Dear father made Christmas a real treat
He cracked the walnuts with his feet
Hi Xmas crackers had real dynamite
His eyebrows were a very weird sight.
He got a gift for the cat each year.
Until the dog said that’s not fair.
So he said they should join with a human choir
Singing carols by the read coal fire.
The cat could waul in any key.
She could screech and moan so she got some tea
The dog could bark but could not speak
Otherwise he would have been a freak.
In the kitchen mother cooked the goose.
With all the family we could have scoffed a moose.
Is the plural of moose meese?
I have no dictionary what a beast
The Christmas pudding with a great delight
The silver sixpence always started a fight.
We had bird’s custard never cream
We had no fridge so it would have turned green.
The birds were so angry that they told the queen.
Ever since then she’s never been seen
We listened to the carols on the wireless set.
Cuddling the cat we called our pet
Dear father said we must go to bed
We always disobeyed him whatever he did.was such fun
He was such fun though very odd
When I was still tiny I thought that he was God.
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/12/15/magazine/grieving-loss-closure.html
The Myth of Closure” is also her attempt to make sense of simultaneously unfolding catastrophes in her personal life and around the world. “This is the first time I’ve raised ambiguous loss to a higher level regarding the pandemic, a societal level,” Boss told me. In trying to describe losses that society doesn’t always recognize, Boss might be helping us to rethink the nature of loss altogether.
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