A COVID Christmas
Boggle, gurgle, woozle fizz!
Professor Fuzz is a science whizz.
You’ll find him in his lab for sure,
Working day and night for a COVID cure.
Cynthia Small wasn’t tall,
But she worked the wards and all,
Nursing COVID patients there.
Many knew her tender care.
Worker Lim was making time,
Manufacturing masks on a production line.
An order came for him from the top.
“Your afternoon is free so you can stop!”
When Cynthia went to her coffee room,
People everywhere dispelled the gloom,
All department stores were there around,
With Christmas Carols providing the sound.
“You cared for our colleagues and grandmas too,
So we brought the shops to you!”
In a place quite far way,
A Son looked down in love upon that day.
Although he seemed so far apart,
Somehow, he’s also in our heart.
He remembered back to a manger and stable,
Where he was born when no inn was able.
That when he had come to birth.
To bring peace to hearts and joy on earth.
Prose addendum: Here’s a fun fact for reader’s. My maternal Grandfather, Patrick Anthony Thomas “Pat” O’Reilly, was known to write verses for his mates at bowls and in the then local newpaper. He died on 1 December in the early 1950s. On 1 December 2020 I woke to the beginnings of this poem rattling around inside me!
Simon C.J. Falk 1 December 2020