I am still so sad…

Sadness is still with me. Last night after I went to bed I so wanted to be with my Dad. I miss him so much. So badly. I always got great comfort by being with him. Even when he was really ill, he would smile at me and tease me.

I can hardly believe my sister has been gone for two years. My playmate and confidante. She was so beautiful and cheerful, not moody like me.

I have still not adjusted to autumn weather. Yesterday evening when I opened my window for the night, the air was warm. Yet winter footwear is needed, and a jacket. I love leaving the house only needing to slip on my shoes.

I am still in shock from the onslaught from Abby G Poetree.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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