RDP Saturday: Hug

There is no-one left to hug
Where have the people gone
Are they hiding behind doors
Have they just moved on
There was a time there were crowds
Jostling for room in the stores
But now is the time of the virus
Extinction like dinosaurs
Do not hug, do not breathe
If you cough
Cough in your sleeve
Wear a mask
Hide your face
This germ it must be kiled
Rid us of its trace

RDP Saturday: Hug

RDP Saturday: Hug

Visit to a village.jpg
A small village in the Atlas Mountains in Morocco, just outside of Marrakesh. The wife of the village chieftain welcomes us with her baby. It was a constant hug. Not the sort of hug we know in our world perhaps, but a hug, contact, contentment.

Today we also carry our babies with a similar specially constructed holder. We can often learn from the others. The photo was taken in 1990.

RDP Saturday: Hug