POETRY COLLECTION
It’s Real
A poem I wrote in lockdown March 2020
So, this is real.
No classes. No lunches.
No catching up with friends.
The hours meld together,
The days have no end and no beginning.
So, this is real.
No classes. No lunches.
No catching up with friends.
The hours meld together,
The days have no end and no beginning.
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I’m an Australian who loves to write about travel and my daily life as a mother and grandmother as well as my past experIences- all true. I publish almost daily