Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

The clouds drifted across the sky as I gazed from my little bed up so high

A sense of aloneness crept over me I was just a mere sweet child of three

Children would push and taunt me so sometimes pointing and telling me go

Tears of sadness filled my eyes. I had no understanding what was my sin

I loved to run with my brother Mark, feel the sun and act a lark

Little girls laughed like while drinking water from tea cups in the park

They would be dressed in pink and frilly lace

My brother was my bestest friend

We’d run and throw rocks feeling free

Catching lizards, spotting snakes, finding yabbies in the creek

My brother was my partner in crime

We loved the bush

it was where we spent all our time

A sorry sight we would be at night
Our bath water would be cause quite a fright

Behind our ears was dirt caked on

Mother scrubbed hard while humming a song

We grew tall and thin

Though we ate everything, we grew taller and incredibly thin

Those were the days we not dare complain

Or father would whack our ears again and again

School was harsh as they made us march

I stood out in my hand made frock

The collar large and dress to big

It didn’t match the school like it should

My mother tried but just misunderstood

I felt the crimson rise of shame gutting my pride and feeling plain

Held bowed and eyes to ground I would drag my feet homeward bound

Kicking off my shoes and running to the creek
Mark and I would sigh with relief

Image of my brother and I

Creek image sourced from shadowness.com

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