Sunny morning gone,
firestorm sky raining black
on Hiroshima.
Summer night lanterns
on Motoyasu River ...
spirits of the dead.
Child fingers folding
rainbow squares of peace and hope,
cranes for Sadako.
22 June 2021
Big Mistake
Mistakes are made
most every day
and all the days thereafter
but the biggest mistake
we often make
is the hardest one to master.
When we open the doors
to our brain
inviting guilt right in
it gnaws upon
our troubled minds
and dines on our thinking.
The holes it leaves
are ripe and primed
to fill with scorn
and blaming,
those scarring webs
that block our way
to growth
and self-realising.
(Painting by a very young Emma Dean)
06 June 2021
16 November 2020
For Emma in New York
I look into her eyes
and see the little girl
hard at work
unriddling the world.
They said she’d
been here before
when she was born
this child of mine.
Perhaps that’s why
she throws herself
into the fullness of life
knowing it is counted
in a blink.
When she falls
I pick her up
and kiss the bruises.
Some I cannot reach.
They land inside
hidden from my view.
I know they hurt
behind her smiles.
She is beyond brave
this child of mine.
I’ve watched her
bounce back
time after time
not unlike
when she was three
on a trampoline
in Melbourne
refusing to stop
even for the dark.
She was reaching
for the stars.
She paints them
in her music
and if you listen
to the variations
on the theme
of her life
you can hear them.
21 October 2020
Night Storms
Waves crash
on the thoughts
that fill her mind
cleaning out the debris
of the night-time
swell and tide
of stormy seas
as her dream-sayer
paints the dawn-lit sands
with footprints
searching
for washed up pieces
to sculpt into the shape
of her world.
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