'My darling angel <br />I have a bleak and empty feeling - <br />not due to Alison Mary's exit either' <br /> <br />I smiled... <br />Strange to read the familiar hand <br />penned just four days after my birth. <br />Where was my father? <br />Why couldn't he share <br />this miraculous moment with her? <br /> <br />'I do hope you're not getting frozen my darling, <br />and that everything is going according to plan.' <br /> <br />They'd met on board ship <br />at the end of the war. <br />She was an army nurse, <br />nearly forty when he asked her to marry him. <br />'Oh Malcolm, I'm much too old for you...' <br />But he was persistent - <br />so she did. <br />He'd always wanted a little girl 'with dark curly hair'. <br />That's precisely what she gave him. <br /> <br />'I think the milk supply might be starting - <br />which I hope to goodness is alright. <br />I can't bear to think of starving the poor little thing. <br />Though no doubt someone is making up for my deficiencies.' <br /> <br />She ended up bottle feeding us both. <br />(David was born thirteen months later) . <br />She'd give us a little aperitif first, <br />then finish us off with a bottle. <br /> <br />'I'll stop now because it's almost lunchtime. <br />Bless you a million times, dear heart. <br />All my love and come back quickly.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-letter-9/
