I hear it happens at intervals
Every 100 years, it shuts down
I was lucky to see 2020
They stayed home, Not by will.
By enforcement, they dragged home.
The homes are not welcoming.
They missed meeting up at by-pass.
There was tension every 7pm.
Maybe not to listen, but they heard.
They played with the young ones,
Read books, they painted, the laughed.
Tried new recipes, they ate, exercised
Fought and reconciled.
Plastic relationships died naturally
People finally knew what mattered.
It was held dear, life is what mattered
The families compacted, they laughed
They mourned their dead, and cried
No time for show off. People were real
Then the rains fell, watered the earth
It washed away filth, and sprout seed
Healing came.. In waves, enforced
In tears, it was hard, but it came,
Maybe healing is all what was needed.
#Storiesitell Nyambura Ndungu. 24-04-2020
Talk of tales of the latter years
This is so cool.. Good stuff gal!!
Niice piece ..👌👌
Indeed all we need is a healing in the lock down