Where do you stand on poetry? Love it, loathe it, or not really fussed?

I met a friend today, to have a walk in the sunshine and grab a take-out coffee and pretend for a short moment that all was right and normal

Mothers always make things right, don't they? I cannot do this though, I have no answers and no way to make everything okay.

I am struggling with all of the noise, the relentless headlines & those with loud voices who seldom appear to have any humility...