Bora born
Failing freedom _
Who is this blessed creature,
fire and ice, life changing,
rhythm flirting with those angel eyes of hope.
Her first words, she can love,
from the veranda, she would greet me.
Daddy daddy daddy,
her tiny body falling through the air,
a free-fall of love not yet
conditioned by despair.
My arms drop all
to catch her embrace.
She knew I would do it,
from the top step she leaps,
her dad was home,
that's all she cared about.
So they moved away,
to feed her mum's appetite for sleeping.
To reunite in an airport lounge,
a year older, mum no wiser.
Memories of free-fall
to enter her mind.
Across the carpet running,
arms, heart and voice open wide.
To be met by a wall,
built by the bush telegraph,
expectations clouded, somethings missing.
As her father's leg found,
an embrace confused and surreal,
the legacy left, no lift and spin in the air,
God what we do to our children,
for a lifetime, to prey on his mind.
At my age no regrets should remain,
though she was only two,
this moment would surely change.
Etched in memory
this moment in time.
To then watch her slip,
under foot of the mother,
for the rest of her life.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
fire and ice, life changing,
rhythm flirting with those angel eyes of hope.
Her first words, she can love,
from the veranda, she would greet me.
Daddy daddy daddy,
her tiny body falling through the air,
a free-fall of love not yet
conditioned by despair.
My arms drop all
to catch her embrace.
She knew I would do it,
from the top step she leaps,
her dad was home,
that's all she cared about.
So they moved away,
to feed her mum's appetite for sleeping.
To reunite in an airport lounge,
a year older, mum no wiser.
Memories of free-fall
to enter her mind.
Across the carpet running,
arms, heart and voice open wide.
To be met by a wall,
built by the bush telegraph,
expectations clouded, somethings missing.
As her father's leg found,
an embrace confused and surreal,
the legacy left, no lift and spin in the air,
God what we do to our children,
for a lifetime, to prey on his mind.
At my age no regrets should remain,
though she was only two,
this moment would surely change.
Etched in memory
this moment in time.
To then watch her slip,
under foot of the mother,
for the rest of her life.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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