Freedom Day? Really, UK?

The party may not lead to happiness.

You may call it Freedom Day,

But Covid hasn’t gone away,

A lot of people still shall suffer,

And all this means is less to buffer.

Thousands rushed to nightclubs to dance,

Ripped off masks and took others’ chance,

Of actual freedom away in a flash,

Merely by acting so selfish and rash.

We need to look after each other dear friends,

Or this situation won’t tie up loose ends,

Let’s be a little less quick to party and chill,

For some, Covid matters and some it may still kill.

Lockdowns Over (for now)

Can we get back to enjoying life?

As England sees its lockdowns end,

Some things excite, but I can’t pretend,

To be completely satisfied,

That when they say we’re safe, they’ve not lied.

Yes we have had a football contest,

And many people chose to protest,

About the restrictions and wearing masks,

But was mask wearing such an awful task?

Will unlocking make everything right?

Can high Covid rates be an oversight?

Will our NHS doctors thank us for this,

Or is it just a game of ‘hit or miss’?

I want to believe that the worst is behind us,

That we can now live our lives without a reason to fuss.

To wave goodbye to Covid and grief.

Oh how that would be such a relief.

So fingers crossed and let’s move on,

But don’t make us regret it, I hope I’m wrong,

I hope we can get back to doing nice things,

And all the pleasure that used to bring,

Is the mist rising or falling?

The Fathers, the Sons and the Anxious Ghost

I wrote this poem to celebrate my first book. It remained in my draft folder, until now.

Three men have families full of much joy,

They watch a school play, which they do not enjoy,

Their wives are quite different, and one is upset,

Their children are sometimes half full of regret.

The sons tell a part of the story indeed,

They all find a course in which they hope to succeed,

One daughter is affected by events in the past,

And the family bonds, well they don’t always last.

Emotions are rife in this dramatic tale,

Of friendship, romance, loss and apparently betrayal,

The characters laugh and cry and dwell,

Their consciences often narrating the story they tell.

Here is a recent post I write about the process of conceiving this story:

https://jamieadstories.blog/2021/06/12/writing-my-first-book/