Dear Mr Morton
We’d like to declare
That you capture our hearts with your piercing blue stare.
Those bedroom eyes and handsome face
Really do make our pulses race.
You cause us to flutter like moths to a flame
As we swoon with pride at the call of your name.
Your voice so commanding, strong and clear,
Holds us spellbound just waiting to hear
The way you respond to your Captain and friend,
Or issue the orders he asks you to send.
When you call out, Dive, Dive, Dive!
It’s moments like that, that keep as alive.
You’re aloof sometimes, set apart from the crowd
But you’re the Exec, for crying out loud.
The man on whom the crew can depend
And we know you will stay with them right to the end.
As you struggle with aliens to protect the men
We hold our breath ‘till you all triumph again.
We watch you each time, dealing with danger,
You’re our hero of course, no longer a stranger.
Stoic and stern but kindly too,
Those are the qualities we admire in you.
Perhaps we are foolish, to have such esteem
For a fictional man who’s just part of a team.
But please understand our simple endeavours
To write of a hero we hold beyond measure.
Allow us our fantasies to thrill girlish hearts
Aged as we are, we’re not falling apart!
We merely look for a safe place to hide
From the daily irritations of our lives outside.
A place of refuge that does you no harm
We like to bask in the warmth of your charm.
To create our stories of heroes so bold
That stay young in our hearts, as our bodies grow old
We know you’re not ‘real’ so have no fear
But even our daydreams, we’d like to make clear,
Become important to those who believe
That it’s quite all right to wear our hearts on our sleeve.
I send this to someone who has brought such delight
And helped make my wishes and dreams to take flight
Finally, Mr. Morton, I believe you’re a dear
You’ve made my day, in fact my whole year!