Auckland Poetry

Me Mum…
Is kinda always there
Yet I’ve often neglected her
Or moaned ‘unfair’
But when she was dying and
I wanted to back-track
The cancer was faster –
Never hesitated to slack.

As a parent myself
I understood her core
A heartfelt wish –

I could not ignore
She prayed for world peace
And none the least

For her family not to argue –
As if on cue –
Her instincts knew
How hard this would be
To honour as true…

She watched her children together –
Tightly knitted and drawn
Priceless no matter what the weather
To see in-house fighting it did appal

Yet life dictates of viewpoints and morals
Shapes our future of historical
episodes and new tomorrows
Our images – our nature
Fuse together Just as Kismet was Jill’s middle name
Fate or fortune
Both unravelled
Over roads we sometimes travelled
Compressed imprints shaped over
Choices and matter
Flickers of stories and
here we now gather