The Wings of Time. A Poem by Lucia Browne

Surely the time will come
To kiss and cuddle the ones we miss the most.
The little ones who had to learn to be
Quiet as parents tried to work
From home.
They didn’t understand the new
Discipline

This is no fun, this is no one’s
Fault.
Hope! Springs eternal for the new dawn.
When there will be time
For our Angel’s to go back to what
Gives them their wings,
And they can fly once more.