Lockdown Poem - Carol

In This Time by Carol Adams

In this time it would be easy to get low

but do not despair so

for we have social media and the news

and you've got lots of time to snooze

If you venture out

without your spouse

it would be very hard

you must be on your guard   

you decide on your fate 

if you go out of that gate

can you see enough to know?

It's easier to just bake dough

to get work done in the house

to give your spouse

jobs inside

and afterwards show them both off with pride

at least it is warmer outside than it is inside

you can get that tan

and make time to do that bulk cook in that pan

feel lucky for what you have

it could be taken away 

don't be daft

come on ninny

just be silly.

Lockdown For Me - Carol

I wake up at some point during the day depending on how I've slept.            

I'd hope that the sun is out so that I can enjoy time in the garden getting a sun tan which I should have got on my holiday to Tenerife. That of course was cancelled.

I love hearing the sounds of the birds singing, the children playing and the occasional neighbour talking.

I also like to hear my husband doing the garden or doodling and tinkering with various tools as he makes items... usually to make my life easier in some way or another.

I sit covered in sun tan cream with a hat and glasses on, a lager in my hand... or sometimes something a little stronger, listening to a book or watching something.

This is all in between going in to sort washing or tidy the kitchen for our next meal.

At evening time we would have dinner while watching something on Netflix or Disney plus.        

On Fridays it is so strange not to be picked up by our lovely driver Dennis on the minibus to go to Mappin Street for the Writing Group.     

So I'd catch up with people on social media, or the phone, and I would take part in my choir session on line. I'd keep up to date with the news and by going on face book etc. 

Friends and family would bring shopping to our front door and the same with Amazon and the chemist.

The best thing about this all is that I get more time to spend with my husband and my gadgets without feeling guilty for missing anything and thinking about where I should be. I can exercise on my treadmill and get fresh air in the garden.

Positivity - Carol

If there is time for mending
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending

Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow
If you are looking forward to a new tomorrow

If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping

Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling
If there is time for praying there is time for healing

So if through your window there is a new day breaking
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching

If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning

What is beautiful - Carol

The birds singing in the morning
 The owls hooting at night
When you are warm in your bed
Snug and tight
Children laughing and playing
But it is all beautiful without visual eye
It’s a different beautiful
Involving sound and not using an eye
You can't see it in a mirror
And the owls are always out of sight
So is it much different when you don't have your own sight
I feel when it's beautiful
I feel in the morning and night
The world is beautiful if you want it to be
It doesn't matter not being able to see
I am beautiful just like you

The Wheelie Bin - a poem by Carol

It isn’t just one, they all get in the way
It was always on a college day
When Anna and I walked there and back
Anna thought she might get the sack
Some were easy to get around
And Anna had the gaps to find
Sometimes we ended up a bit on the road
Mum would often give us a ride
She knew how difficult it could get for us
When we got around the bins
Anna and I would sigh
They were moved all over by the time we returned
Mine would have disappeared
It would be in the neighbours' garden
And with their own
Probably thought as I couldn't see
So I wouldn’t moan
So Fridays weren't great
Thanks to those wheeley bins
They may get rid of the rubbish
But on Fridays they made me want to sin

Life After Sight Loss - a poem by Carol

I've never had any sight
So I can’t say what's wrong or right
When I was little I pretended a lot
I wanted to be just like the other lot
I tried not to show my pain
It was hard then to accept my fate
Sometimes alone I would cry
In their own way my family would try
Eventually I coped pretty well
Being total wasn't the same
A little sight made such a difference
Even if it was a pittance
Magnifiers and strange looking things
For us totals anything that talks or sings
To be like the others I craved so much
Anything around me I loved to touch
Now I am used to being like this
For me with no sight
There's nothing to miss