As well as writing for enjoyment, I write for my own psychological wellbeing. As soon as I get what I’m feeling down on paper, I feel kinda better 🙂 So this is a poem about my dad:
There was a gentle breeze this morning
Wind lifted my hair from my face
I stood silently by the sea
And thought about your warm embrace.
I remember you seeming like a giant
When I was just a little girl
But suddenly I was a woman
And was too big to curl
Into the nook of your arm
With my hand across your chest
The safest place in the whole world
That I’ll remember the best
Those arms will carry me on and on
Whether I succeed or no
As I become a wife or a mother
You’ll be there with me, I know
But I do sometimes ask myself
Why is it you aren’t here to hold
Why you aren’t here when I need you
And then I remember you told
Us to meet you at the end of the prom
Where the First Aid post used to be
You’re not gone at all are you?
Not gone anywhere
Not to me
© Alice Morgan 2013
Allie Morgan - Writer & Cancer Survivor 
Very sweet