Homecoming in arrivals at Dublin Airport last Christmas
Last hugs
Grateful for last hugs I shared
Before this virus took control
Thankful for the memories
That forever I will hold
Bear hugs filled with love
Hands I shook to say hello
Hugs filled with gratitude
For those I’m glad to know
Hugs deep with meaning
The sentiment will remain
In my thoughts for a long time
Imprinted in my brain
I even treasure the awkwardness
Of the uncertain embrace
We went in for it anyway
Despite feeling out of place
Little did we know back then
How the world would change
Ignorant of the enormity
The spread, the scope, the range
I’m glad we shared that hug
Back when we still could
We felt that human contact
And it felt really good
Eimear Grace
Lines on the lockdown to broadsheet@broadsheet.ie
Love Eimear’s poetry. Keep them coming!
That’s a bit “deaths page in The Herald” for me
In after getting caught short
Inside in me pants
I better check the cupboard
For a fresh pair of scants
WHy are people being allowed fly/sail into Ireland?
I don’t buy the argument they’re “Irish”, even if true.
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Sexual frustration, during a pandemic..?
Kids these days….
Have they not heard of The Internet?
Back in my day… etc.
Great poem with lovely sentiment.
What majesty of expression!
“And it felt really good”
Wow
Hahaha! What can I say?! I like to keep it simple!! ;-)