A poem

Photo from author’s collection

Sometimes sea breeze sings to me
of nature, trees, blooms, butterflies, bees,
gentle, sweetly, resting my soul

Summer winds cool the mind, passions
are soothed, memories salved, grief stilled
so much sorrow yet still I smile

This landscape is my second home
my first is gone, as family died over years,
homesick still for that time, that love

No one knows that I weep inside
for generations that have left me
no surprise, 
I want to go home

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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