Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Morning Walks Horizon stretches so far away early in the morning, sunlight drenches, beckons, welcoming with fingertips gentle and knowing, strokes of sunshine, pristine perfection, our hearts pound as upon the pavement our pattering feet move, reaching our goal, though it matters not so much now as the bonding time does, this is so very true. [...]
Rows and rows of rosies, we bend and sniff, achoo, we’ve more to fear these days than an ancient dreaded plague or flu, we link arms, ring-a-rosies, we hold each other tight, we’re here for all through thick and thin, through harsh morn’ scratchings and eerie dead of night. [...]
I can speak of kindness, of the heart, of warmth, of the joy of here and now, I can speak of closeness, of love, of holding hands while we’re all in rows, I can speak of the courageousness, I can speak of strength, I can speak of resilience, I can speak of the potency [...]
If you’ve been asked if you’ve a cold or a cough, and you answer in the negative, then you sit down and begin to wheeze, what are you doing here? Potentially putting others' lives at risk. The medical receptionist, she looks mildly irritated, and highly concerned, at the fact that this cough could be an [...]
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