A childhood lost.

Their little hands reached out and touched the sensitive screen,

no longer ably remembering the last time that they had been

on that squishy sofa. or sat on her knee, all warm and snuggled 

while adults struggled with sleepy eyes, after a hilarious time

running and laughing, hugging, catching until the loud chime

of the clock tells its tale of supper and bubbles in baths, and

eye closing, feeling cosy drifting to cherished dreams in a land

where Grannies and Grandads, cousins and friends are near,

right by them and they reach out small hands and they’re there.


that is far off ,

and away beyond the harsh realities of Covid 

where Grannies and Grandads are no longer strangers that 

exist inside a screen but are real people who laugh and hug,

where there is a warm welcoming home to rush into, arms

held out, long loving cuddles, and snacks, and adventures 

and not the nightmare of isolation from friends, and the loss

of a childhood, where children make chums and champions.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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