Sand And Grit


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 to the brim I had no understanding what was my sin

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

Little girls would laugh like tinkling glass drinking lolly water from tea cups in the park

They would be dressed in pink and frilly lace when I had dirt smeared on my face

My feet were bare without a care down by the creek skimming rocks at a tree

I was an expert at catching frogs, finding caves and singing Coo ee!

My brother was my partner in crime we loved the bush it was where we spent time

My skin was dark sun-kissed all day mixed with dirt and sometimes clay

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

Behind our ears was dirt so thick mother scrubbed into the night

I grew so thin, my eyes got bigger my skin went dark and they called me nigga

My spanish grandma was in me and some sun  but the kids were mean so they took fun

School was harsh as they made us march I stood out my tunic hand-made by mum

The collar large like an artist smock the children laughed and would mock

It didn’t match the school like it should  my mother tried but just misunderstood

I felt the familiar crimson rise of shame  which gutted my pride and gave me pain

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

Kicking off my shoes and running to the creek

Finally happy with no grief..ah childhood sand and grit

Image of my brother and I
Creek image sourced from

9 Comments Add yours

  1. It was a fun read, Wendy and very cool to be able to hang out with you and your lil Bro for a bit 🙂 I had a nice smile when I pictured you in the smock made by your Mom ❤ awwww,,,,, 🙂

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    1. Seafarrwide says:

      yes that damn school uniform was way too big too long shaped like a triangle, huge round collar where the other girls had short fitting straight uniforms with small round collars and the right matching check print! Not forgetting the hair, fringe trim by mother that was too short and crooked. I was a sorry sight!

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      1. You have me rollin n memory laughter! (the perm my mom gave me the day before my 3rd grade photo and onl one side took….very, VERY tight and frizzy) Yes, Tha Alsace, though it sounds as if we may end up in a Dungeon by weeks-end 😉

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        1. Seafarrwide says:

          haha gosh my mother doesnt realize what hell she made me endure and to top it off she was a Jehovahs Witness my dad an Atheist. So mum told the school I was a JW so back then it was an alien type religion with only 3 in the whole school, so yeah I stood out even more to ridicule! Along with all ways seems so many nasty bitchy girls throughout my life, women usually hate me ha!


          1. They tried…lol….to the point of embarressment, yes 🙂 BUT without them and these stories? As boring as a life as the nasty ones now 🙂 omg…I’ll pm you in the next days…this is too funny….my Mom was British/Dad a Jew from the Bronx…we could write a book together lol!!!!

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            1. Seafarrwide says:

              haha yes well both my parents have been married three times each hmmm you can imagine my life!! LOL


  2. Uncle Tree says:

    The sentimental recollections of a “tomboy”. 🙂
    The ins and outs of childhood well-told.
    Nice write, Wendy! Cheerz, UT

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    1. Seafarrwide says:

      Thank so much and yes I still love being a tomboy and though enjoy much feminine things I love the bush and all things active. 🙂

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