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I am the oldest of four girls,
And four girls can be a crowd.
Time alone with Mother was the stuff of wishes.
One morning I awoke early and realized:
My sisters are still asleep!
There was a faint rattle of cutlery.
And Mummy is down in the kitchen by herself!
I slithered out of bed and crept down the stairs
Masterfully negotiating the squeaks
Hardly believi...
Sunday 5th February 2012 6:14 pm
The Dream-footer
HEY! FATSO!
It was a spring-loving day.
YEAH! PORKY!
So early the sun shone deeply warm.
CHOPCHOPCHOP!
Across the fields an easy wind sighed
Fragrant with cherry blossoms.
PIMPLEFACE!
Her bare feet disturbed light eddies of dust.
HEADLIIIGHTS!
Around her thick long hair a red sash glowed.
She felt very beautiful.
...
Tuesday 8th February 2011 1:19 pm
Apple Blossom Song
She went to gather apple blooms all in the month of May,
An eager child who dearly loved a warm and sunny day -
an eager child who dearly loved
a warm and sunny day.
Quite unaware of noise and dust that thinly filled the air
She skipped along the gravel path without a thought or care -
s...
Sunday 30th January 2011 2:40 pm
Heat Wave
One lovely cool night in the ovens of August, Mum said,
‘Children, sleep in tomorrow. The heat’s drained us all.’
Oh, joy and excitement! Not to get up at seven!
The richness of privilege when you weren’t even sick!
We went to bed early, my sisters and I, and giggled for
hours, milking the marrow of : You can sleep late.
But Nan, who was two, dropped off like a s...
Saturday 15th January 2011 9:01 pm
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