I stare at a wall, that’s all I can do
At least my dear Sister, there’s a picture of you
When times got hard, you were always right there
Yet now you have gone, I’m sure you’re still care
I open a door, to get some fresh air
And find a white feather, which shows you still care
But down here on earth, we have a lock down
Nothing to do, but keep safe and frown
Toilet rolls and soap are short in the stores
If you were here, you would have shared yours
You’re better in heaven, were germs can’t abuse
Than locked up indoors, writing poems to amuse.
