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The Nephew – A quarantine poem

Billy Dyer AustraliaUnited Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (the)
Billy Dyer | Chemistry (with Industrial Placement) Contact Billy

Getting back to family life is always strange. It’s the first time in 8 months all of us have been home together. Heres a little poem I wrote about it.

The Nephew – a poem by Billy Dyer

 

Dad’s in bed, sleep in his eyes

Holidays for young one, eager to rise.

 

Grandpa’s next, kettle on the boil

Tea for all before the days toil.

 

They rise unsynced, many minutes apart

Stories in bed, he melts grandmas sweet heart.

 

Breakfast is scrambled, porridge in the pot

Grandpa to uncles, dont eat the lot! 

 

Two hour walk, the house falls silent

Drastic change, things could turn violent.

 

Singing, shouting, drumming too

Lifes twists and turns, he has no clue.

 

Thanks for reading

Billy Dyer AustraliaUnited Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (the)
Billy Dyer | Chemistry (with Industrial Placement) Contact Billy

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