Daisie's poetry takes Boris Johnson to task
A mother-of-one who penned a poem about Boris Johnson’s rule-breaking during lockdown that was shared thousands of times online has had a book published.
Daisie Lane, who has been writing since she was a teenager, is delighted that she is due to have her first book published later this year.
Mother-of-one Daisie, a 30-year-old part-time technical engineer from Wolverhampton, wrote her poem for children ‘What about my tummy, mummy?’ after the birth of her daughter, Lily, in June 2020
Daisie suffered from post-natal depression, and started writing about motherhood and the difficulties she faced such as with mental health.
She said: “I am really delighted my book is going to be published later this year.
“I have been writing poetry since I was a teenager.
“It was just a hobby and it was only after becoming a mum that I felt prompted to write about that in particular.
“I gained an English degree from Wolverhampton University and have always loved writing. It has always been my dream to have a book published and it will be something that I can show to my little girl when she is older.
"I’m also amazed that a recent poem I wrote about the lockdown and the Prime Minister’s rule-breaking has gone viral online. It had more than 40,000 shares on Facebook in just 24 hours and has been seen thousands of times on Instagram and Twitter. I have not sent it to Boris Johnson although people say I should let him see the poem.”
In the poem Daisie, who posts on Instagram as @daisielanewrites, hits out at Boris Johnson for breaking rules when she was unable to see loved ones when she needed them most after the birth of her child.
Daisie's poem - 'Ten Minutes'
Dear Prime Minister, Your apology is empty, I needed ten minutes, In June 2020
Sleep deprived, in shock, And scared of the unknown, I’d just had a baby, And was forced alone
My husband thrown out, Barely given a minute, Left to pace at home, Unallowed to visit
Not even ten minutes, In that precious first week, With his tiny new daughter, Premature and weak
What I would have given, For someone to stay, For just ten minutes of rest, To keep delirium at bay
Ten minutes could have saved, Me from sinking so far, To a low I didn’t know existed, For which my mind still bears scars
I’d become a mother, Yet I needed my own, A hug from her in person, Instead of through a phone
To meet her first grandchild, She’d have settled for ten minutes, Instead of waiting months, To obey restrictions and limits
We did it, Prime Minister, To protect our NHS, Stayed at home to save lives, While you couldn’t have cared less
Your ten minutes, Prime Minister, Were yours for the taking, You had more than FaceTime, As our hearts were breaking
Ten minutes for a mother, Sleepless and crying, Ten minutes to hold hands, With those who lay dying
You partied, drank and cheered,While we lost our own, You gave us the rules, From your hypocritical throne
And so, Prime Minister, Happy birthday to you, I hope your ten minutes were worth it, From the nation - **** You.
