They named it 2020, the year once filled with hope which began pregnant with their expectations…
A year interrupted by their callousness, yet revived with their compassion…
A year sunken with deaths and heartache, yet buoyed by births and love…
A year hurriedly wound down by clocks, set to beat towards their ache for the birth of another year…
And now they march towards yet another heavily pregnant year…
A new year filled with renewed hope and expectations, pegged as 2021…