Goldfinch60

Touching 2.



At the time it was nothing special

Just a shake of the hand,

Or a clasp on the shoulder.

With friends and family a hug,

With loved ones a kiss on the cheek,

With your lover a kiss on the lips.

But all that is missing now,

Certainly missing for me.

Only me in the house,

Left with memories,

Memories of hugs and kisses.

 

What many do not realise

Is that touching is a memory,

And in these days

Touching is not allowed.

So many memories

Will not be made,

Made for our future,

From these Strange Times.

Comments4

  • orchidee

    A sensitive write Gold.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Your words hold a powerful truth Andy - - touching most certainly creates memories.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Fay, touching certainly does create memories.

      Andy

    • Neville

      these words ring true and louder than any bells...

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Neville, most kind.

        Andy

      • ANGELA & BRIAN

        Good Sunday Uncle Andy ~ BRIAN HERE ! Eeee Ba Goom Lad ~ Tha canna beat a bit O* BRASS ona Soooonday Mornin* ~ tay lift Yon Spirits ! The BAND is ORIENTAL but the Sound depends ont BRASS not whos Blowin* it.
        Lov e your Poem - Melancholy but very True. Angel & I are very Blessed our Marriage could proceed and Smokey completes the Circle ~ AMEN !

        Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
        Love Brian & Angela & Smokey Cat !
        Please check SMOKEY (III) Thanks



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