When this is all over, let us not forget,
The people who kept the world turning, are the ones we owe respect,
It wasn’t the richest, or the ones who wear false crowns,
It was those who kept us afloat, when little hope was to be found,
The doctors, the nurses, the teachers, the bin-men the supermarket workers, those who often hide,
It was your postman, your delivery driver, your butcher, the World War II veteran who walked those extra miles,
The children who couldn’t go to school, or see their grandparents or friends,
But don’t forget it was you who made them feel safe, it was you who held their hand,
Money didn’t save us, it was the kindness in their hearts,
It was those we don’t often notice, who held us in the dark.
When this is all over, remember how the roads were quiet, not as many cars in sight,
And you didn’t have to listen closely to hear the bird song, morning through to night,
The flowers never looked so beautiful, the sun never shone so bright,
The fish kept swimming, the bees kept buzzing, nature didn’t lose its fight,
Beauty shone through and were we able to see,
That we need nature, more than it needs you and me,
Nature kept going, when we were on our knees,
Showing us that life goes on, to look for the light amongst the trees,
Don’t forget that sometimes a little, can save so much,
So keep the birds singing and the oceans alive, give back to nature what it gives to us.
When this is all over, we can’t bring back those we lost, or change the past,
But we can mend the broken hearts, find the good in this and make it last,
This does not discriminate against race or religion, the rich or the poor,
But people who always suffer the most, need us now more than ever before,
When this is all over, hold your grandmother closer, raise a glass with those you love,
Do the thing you keep saying you’ll do, keep looking for the light above,
Remember those who gave so much, who are normally out of sight,
The ones who you stood and clapped for, every Thursday night,
One day we will all look back and see, that this storm eventually passed,
And how we will be remembered, is how we found the good in all the grief – and made it last.
Royal Marine Wife. Mum to Rafe.