Allie Morgan – Writer & Cancer Survivor

Today, I thought I’d share a poem that I wrote for my mother a while ago – I only rediscovered it recently.

My mam is my rock & my best friend – I love her to pieces.

So this is for her:

Graduation

As they called my name

And the applause started

My hands were sweaty and

I was concentrating on not falling

In those heels.

 

And as I passed by my mother

She smiled at me

And in that look

I saw

 

Her pushing me on a swing

Telling me that I was higher than the moon

And the stars

 

I saw

Her sitting beside me on the bus

Pulling out the books she had bought me

So I could read them

On the way home

 

I saw

Her dancing to her music

In her long skirt

On the kitchen tiles

 

I saw her

Sleeping beside me for nine months

when I got sick.

 

And helping me to walk again

And live again

After my operation.

 

In that look

I saw the love of a mother,

The pride of a teacher,

The joy of a friend.

 

In that look

That I shared with my mother,

I saw the mother

That I wish to be.

 

Allie x