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!!
