Feel Hugged
A poem for (inter)national hugging day.
It’s International Hugging Day today. And boy do we need a hug in these times. So,
if you just won an election and are filled with hope,
or you just saw the other side win and lost all hope,
feel hugged.
Are you looking across the table to your partner
wondering how you are going to make ends meet this month,
or maybe how you are ever going to get out of this,
feel hugged.
Not sure how you keep up trying to fit a normal working day
into 24 hours when you are also home schooling 2 kids as
a single parent and do need a bit of sleep?
Feel hugged.
Your employees working from home,
income all but dried up,
still you can pay them this month.
But what about next?
Feel hugged.
Most of your friends have gone, your partner, too. (Grand) children
far away and you are tired of eating alone?
Feel hugged.
Maybe you are afraid of a new lockdown, or maybe of what if people
don’t follow stricter rules to prevent that virus from spreading.
Feel hugged.
You lost someone. To COVID, old age, an accident, a war.
Any sickness that we all wish would finally become curable?
Or just bad luck?
Feel hugged.
And anybody out there, who does not recognize him-, her-, it- or themselves in anything mentioned before. All of you.
Yes.
ALL.
Of.
YOU!
Feel hugged.
