Moray Sanders




In my father’s pocket

Feel that square of paper
in your jacket pocket
next to your heart.
Unfold it.
Hold it out if you need to.

“This is my father.
He is loved,
not lost.
Please bring him home and
when you have read this,
put the paper back
in his pocket
where he can feel it
next to his heart.

He is loved.
Not lost.
Thank you.”




Moray Sanders has written prose with the support of Creative Future for some years. Through Creative Future she won a mentoring opportunity with New Writing South. She is working with Vanessa Gebbie, who is encouraging her to write poetry. This was her first poem, and her first open submission.

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