Grotty Grout and other Lockdown Grumps!

This poem was written on Saturday April 18th 2020 when I was admittedly working through my grumpy mood, after Lockdown Week 4 and a broken night with my Littlest.

My grout has gone grotty,

Lockdown Handprint Mosaic of my Eldest

My grout has gone grotty,

My orders don’t arrive,

I am stuck in the house,

In order to stay alive,

Trying to sort out a shopping list,

Oh where do I begin?

As I go to check it out,

Only half the stock is in,

The sunshine has gone,

It has got rather chilly,

In thermals I must garden,

It seems a little silly,

The minutes screen time is over,

And I have to police that way to much,

He turns into a loony,

And winds his sister up,

Stuck inside too long,

I admit I did sneak out,

Sanitised my hands like mad,

Avoided all people that were about,

Lockdown is extended,

Mine I suspect will be rather long,

It’s equivalent to surviving,

Six weeks of summer holiday at home,

I am a proper grumpy bum,

Though I know for much I should be glad,

I still here with my family,

So why do I feel so sad?

The week has taken its toll this time,

The constant waiting for the phone,

One minute Papa’s worse,

The next he’s well enough to go home,

It’s been an endless seesaw,

And I find it rather weary,

One minute we feel happy,

The next we feel quite teary,

I am thankful for the sunshine,

And for the time we have together,

But there are lots of things I still do miss,

To my house I feel quite tethered,

Doing my bit by staying at home,

I feel I should not complain,

I’m so grateful for those who go to work,

And serve the country each and every day,

As much as I applaud them,

And truly yes I do,

I’m just feeling a little tired and drained

Juggling my Childers two

So in all of this we play our part,

Those who go out, or stay at home,

And one day this storm will depart,

And we will all be able to happily roam,

For those who put their life at risk,

To care for and help the others,

My heartfelt appreciation and thanks,

For so many must be mothers,

So yes it’s tough, I can’t deny,

I’ve shed my tears, I’ve had a cry,

But on we must go and try each day

Through Corona World to find a way

From those at home, to those at work,

We just need to keep on going,

Three weeks in, we’ve come so far

What to expect, little knowing,

So hang in when it feels so tough,

We’ll have our grumpy days,

Sometimes we just need a break,

And to remember how to play,

To take time in this crazy,

To do something for yourself,

A cup of tea, a cheeky tipple,

Or just to dust that book off from the shelf,

We don’t need to be superhuman,

Sometimes it feels like we must,

But to own the day as it is,

Is absolutely good enough,

We laugh with the happy,

With those who mourn, we cry,

And one day hopefully quite soon

To Corona World we’ll bid “goodbye”

We’ll meet up with our friends again,

Both the old ones and the new,

Our hearts will carry our stories,

The rest of our life through.