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A prayer for the NHS and all keyworkers by Gemma-Kirstie

When we win over the virus, My little one said to her best friend, We will do a bigger birthday party than one cancelled, And have crazier play dates than we had planned When we win over the virus, I thought to my workmate, I will come to all the drinks that you suggest And go for beach volley ball and half marathon When we win over the virus, I said to my wife, We will go and see our parents And have holidays again. When we win over this virus, I have a gut feeling, We will all be different people Shaken but wiser and stronger!

When we win

It all began on March 23rd When we couldn’t believe what we heard Recent news was everything viral Leading us to a downward spiral We were forced like Europe into lockdown By a virus sporting a spiky crown Already we’d been told to home school Which had initially felt almost cool

New normal

Masks on Breathe in Out, Everything seems slow Can’t properly hear, Words muffled, Need to speak loud, clear

Services to Humanity

Today I’ve witnessed true sadness in this time of complete madness, Strangers who need our help and care Are now told their bodies are beyond repair…

Reflecting on our busy day

Stay at home! Usually do now I have to too tired to do anything else as the cells in my body are peculiar kept in check (shielding me) with toxicity and bugs (?) "not going near that"! keep their distance...

Mundane Compliance

I’m sorry I didn’t get you that pillow I know you’re not one to complain lying proned on your front is great for your chest, but it’s becoming a bit of a pain And I know it’s “just for comfort” Because you always have three back at home And you’ve been here for two days, and you’re still feeling bad, and you’re starting to feel all alone

I’m sorry I didn’t get you that pillow

Under dim lights On nights Twilights, When woken with fright, I write To make sense of the plight, This fight For their right To simply breathe Firing down thoughts to learn lessons not taught These battles hard fought Of an invisible foe, this constant onslaught Until the day when those dying is nought We must do all that we can do For if I could I would give my breath to you

Under dim lights

That first encounter of the masked face and covered gown The sparkle of a smile from the eyes that care, that say so much Assurance of safety in a frightened world A simple touch of gloved hand That says “we care” The muffled voices behind the shield coexist With the gentle look of a carer's warmth The stark contrast of a diagnostic environment To the welcoming voices of confidence That says “we care” The reassuring knowledge of company in a lonely mind Communication turned upside down Hastening of a quickly adapted change of professionalism Eager to comfort the individual, alien to our world Eyes ready to envelope the heart of one so poorly That says “we care” A simple look, a simple touch no time consuming effort Yet enormous in its translation In its acceptance to the patient first These are the eyes that smile That say “we care”

Eyes that smile

Wearing ppe all the time was ok but the masks made me hot

Poem about PPE

Eyes; that once burned with flames of life sea grey, deeper than the oceans depths, Are fading and clouding into coming night dimming into twilight and their final rest. Face; soft etched with youths fading grace is now scarred over by Deaths cold hand, Memories of you worn away like frayed lace leaving only the jutting bones to stand. Hands; hands that once moved my world lie like the roots of old upended trees, Stubby, grey and wrinkled with the cold they persist while their life force flees.

In Passing

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