A prompt this morning in a writing group I am a member of, on Facebook, resulted in these words…
Out of the shadows, it crept I watched through the window and nearly wept “Finally, you’re here!” Then I actually shed a tear A figure, covered from head to toe Arms filled with boxes, bags and so Upon my doorstep, they were placed Then back, the figure raced I tentatively opened the door And knew I’d be hungry no more Locked in self-isolation prison I’d been worrying about getting provision But the angel that lives next door Has been my lifeline, and more I looked up, and there he stood He tentatively lifted his hood A socially distanced smile reached out to me “You need anything, just call me.” Something good that’s come out of all this We’ve reached out to people we’d usually miss The elderly and the young New friendships have sprung. Ritu 2020
