Don’t Come Home for Christmas Son
Oh how I’d love to be encircled in your arms.
Feel your bristly face against my cheek
I Pray
Stay away! Stay away this Christmas time
Covid is wearing an ecstatic beam
Grinning from ear to ear
Rubbing its hands together in hilarity
Your presence at the dinner table
The best Christmas present it will receive in 2020
A fresh nose, throat and lungs to inhabit
A Courier
To dispatch the deadly pandemic to me and others
What an amazing present for killer Covid this festive season
A gift that will keep giving
Long after the spirit of Christmas has been buried
Oh how I’d love to be encircled in your arms
Feel your bristly face against mime
I pray
Stay away! Stay away this Christmas time
Vaccines’ frontlines’ will bravely provide
Covid will submit, succumb,
Face its demise
I pray my son
Don’t come home this Christmas time
Plan for 2021
When wonderful wander lust
Will carry you safely home to me
With beating heart I will watch the taxi pull in the drive
Your warm hug will be pure gold
We will be safe together again
Still alive
Gemma Hill copyright Dec 2020
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Well penned Gemma, those thoughts were in my mind too!
He is still in Aussie – I was over Christmas 2024. I know I shouldn’tdo it but I keep my phone on aussie time and check and think what he will be doing at this time.