Missing Spring

You tell me that the skies are clear,

and skin is out in summer gear.

I read about the NHS

and that “they” ask if free is best?

I hear the sun was super warm,

and barbeques sizzled on the lawn.

You talk of petrol forecourt wars-

that others had …but you got yours.

I learn of jobs both lost and found

your careers shaped to earn that pound.

You say today it strangely snowed,

…at least you’d had the garden mowed.

You speak of people ill or gone

of space they’ve left …or might.

I’ll pray for your fortune

and feel for your ills

I’ll laugh at your weather

and smile at your spills

I’ll ponder your stories

And gasp at your thrills

But I break when you mention

those spring daffodils!!