A poem about loneliness

It’s at this time of year that you dash from place to place
Waiting for the one horse open sleigh to rescue you from lashing rain 
The ultimate pleasure in life is battening down the hatches
And snuggling up on the sofa
Safe from harm

It’s time for home-baking
Pies and puddings festooning the kitchen
Hot chocolate steaming; without a care for the burned milk pan by me
It’s the time of year that you get your family back
And eat and smile most

It’s that time of year I hope we stop and think about others
Waiting for someone – anyone to rescue them from their lonely pain
The ultimate pleasure in life is battening down their cat flap
And snuggling up with Molly
Scared not warm

It’s time for microwaving
Plastic magic meals splattering the kitchen
Hot kettle steaming; without a care that there isn’t enough milk for tea
It’s the time of year that they look back
At the hunger they have 
And family they’ve lost

It’s that time of year that you can bring hope and be kind
Waiting for your neighbour to open the door to a cheery, red face
The ultimate pleasure in life is saying hello, how are you today
And snuggling up in your mittens 
Caring and calm

It’s time for listening
Raiding the cupboards in our kitchen
Hot home cooked meals steaming; shared with you from me
It’s the time of year for that ‘family feeling’
Bringing them home


Jane Smith, Lead Governor
Associate Director, Development