A friend told me this story about her mum and dad and asked if I could make it into a poem for her, as a memory of lockdown.
Though lockdown has been hard on us
and some parts, have been quite tough
We can always find some humour
that helps us deal with stuff.
Maggie and Sam are in their 80’s
and shielding is a must
They get social distance visits
but they're not long enough.
When their daughter comes to visit
they don’t know what to do.
She won’t stay longer than an hour
in case she needs the loo.
She could social distance in the garden
and have a cup of tea.
But she isn’t allowed inside the house
so there’s nowhere for to pee.
Then Maggie has a brainwave
“I know just what I’ll do
I’ll put the commode out in the garden shed
then she’ll have a porta loo”.
When she visits them the next week
they beamed at her with pride
“Go down to the garden shed
and take a look inside.”
“it’s fifty-five years old you know
you’ll no find a mark upon it
It’s made oot of the best of wood
And as good as the day we bought it.”
Me and yir dad are fae good stock
nae auld rubbish, it’s the best of stuff.
So, take that angry look aff your face
and dinnae take the huff.
Sam laughed and then he said
“It will be your very own.
you’ve always been oor wee princess
now we’ve given you a throne”