Sweet Nacre
A Poem of overcoming
Draped in white nacre, sweet mother of pearl adorning the mourning its shining flush swirl a gaudy reminder, intolerable cost, a world, lost and shaken its innocence lost
Torn apart, …left behind, ……left wanting the day…
when masks are behind us united, we’ll say…
Virus defeated together as one, brought to our knees yet we still overcome
Poem by Steph Thompson 2021




