Bora born
Rite of passage _
Inside the laundry beside those four green steps
was the big bedroom with three exits inbound.
His coming of age prepared by his mother
the need for cloth nappies to soon meet an end.
The big day arrived, the potty inside the
knee high timber dunny, was his to christen.
'Finished mum,' was the signal to the kitchen
the buzz of praise so good, his heart on fire.
The concrete tub filled with warm water tested
with mum's elbow, a lift in the air away.
Washed in a jiff, he grabs the soap, time to play
with under water shots in cuttlefish loops.
Zoned in on the day dream, to teethe on the tap
handle, or suck the extension pipe's drip.
All too soon, another spin in the air
on her arm, to her shoulder fluffed in rubs.
- O -
© aug 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
was the big bedroom with three exits inbound.
His coming of age prepared by his mother
the need for cloth nappies to soon meet an end.
The big day arrived, the potty inside the
knee high timber dunny, was his to christen.
'Finished mum,' was the signal to the kitchen
the buzz of praise so good, his heart on fire.
The concrete tub filled with warm water tested
with mum's elbow, a lift in the air away.
Washed in a jiff, he grabs the soap, time to play
with under water shots in cuttlefish loops.
Zoned in on the day dream, to teethe on the tap
handle, or suck the extension pipe's drip.
All too soon, another spin in the air
on her arm, to her shoulder fluffed in rubs.
- O -
© aug 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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