David Chadwick

A poem for the month - September

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Bubbles

In our bubbles, we draw inwards, waiting in limbo

Growing old while life moves in smaller and smaller circles.

 

My parents left their home and never went back

In those days, few did; it was too far, too much … then too long

They held their memories instead.

 

Now we are here, and you are far away

What seemed permanent has shifted … the easy travel has gone

And I wonder, will we ever touch again?

 

In our bubbles, will you only ever be an image on a screen

Growing old while life moves in smaller and smaller circles?

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[This poem was written for the 8th Annual Kapiti Coast District Libraries Poetry Competition, which called for entries on the theme of Bubbes. There is a video of me reading the poem on their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/kapiticoastdistrictlibraries/