ALICE'S LOVE.

ALICE'S LOVE.

A Poem by Terry Collett
"

A LITTLE GIRL'S LOVE AND BUT HER UNLOVING FATHER.

"


Alice liked the soft

voice of her mother,

the telling of stories

as she fell into sleep.


She liked it when her

mother hugged her

tight and kissed her

goodnight. Her father


seldom came to story

tell or hug or kiss or

such; seemed it was

too much. His voice


was deep and harsh

as winds, his eyes

dark and shark like,

peering without those


feelings of love or

want or admittance

into his realm of deep

concern, cared neither


if she drowned nor

burned nor if in her

dark hours she counted

unhappiness on her


fingers and toes; he

was her father, but

one of those. She liked

to hug and kiss her


doll, poor substitute

for a father's love,

it sitting there in hers

arms unblinking and


smile-less as her father

did; feelings not there

or if so, well hid. Alice

kissed her mother's brow,


her arms, her hands,

her fingers, too, what

was a deep sad fatherless

or seemingly so, girl to do


to bridge the space or gap,

but sleep in her mother's lap

Alice liked the soft

voice of her mother,

the telling of stories

as she fell into sleep.


She liked it when her

mother hugged her

tight and kissed her

goodnight. Her father


seldom came to story

tell or hug or kiss or

such; seemed it was

too much. His voice


was deep and harsh

as winds, his eyes

dark and shark like,

peering without those


feelings of love or

want or admittance

into his realm of deep

concern, cared neither


if she drowned nor

burned nor if in her

dark hours she counted

unhappiness on her


fingers and toes; he

was her father, but

one of those. She liked

to hug and kiss her


doll, poor substitute

for a father's love,

it sitting there in hers

arms unblinking and


smile-less as her father

did; feelings not there

or if so, well hid. Alice

kissed her mother's brow,


her arms, her hands,

her fingers, too, what

was a deep sad fatherless

or seemingly so, girl to do


to bridge the space or gap,

but sleep in her mother's lap

© 2013 Terry Collett


Author's Note

Terry Collett
GIRL, MOTHER, FATHER, LOVE, LOVELESS,

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Terry Collett
Terry Collett

United Kingdom



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Terry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..