Back then, I couldn't understand.
Why so many tins, mum?
Towers of carrots, beans and soups.
Spaghetti in tomato sauce.
She was shaped by war and disability.
Rations and depletions.
Unreachable shops.
The anxiety of uncertainty.
Now I'm shaped by the virus war.
Rations and depletions.
Unsafe shops.
The anxiety of uncertainty.
I understand, now, and worry.
Look at my own tin towers.
Just ahead of the panic,
Stores drying up, fear building.
Ashamed of how I mocked.
Unable to say sorry,
To say that I understand.
Complacent no more.
by Adrian
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