Catching the Past
in a coffee shop at
find both have connections
with Wallabadah where your mother
was born and her grandfather migrated
from
we stayed in for the sake of ancestry
the meals size-served for farmers.
Christmas, is this a Wallabadah turkey
and they’ d all swear it was, even though
the farm was long gone and she knew it
toasting the white meat savoured all the more
for its demise, preserving the past regardless.
Deliciously personal – and the more it delves into the tiny, specific details, the more universal it simultaneously becomes.
ReplyDeleteSo perceptive in your poetry and your comments Rosemary. My attempts to reply are not going very well though so hope this comes through.
DeleteBeautiful poem. Such a sense of respect for the grandmother and nostalgia without ever becoming too sentimental. Very nicely done!
ReplyDeleteLovely to have your message twice, thank you Emma. Yes the stranger we spoke to was so proud of her family history.
DeleteBeautiful poem. Such a sense of respect for the grandmother and nostalgia without ever becoming too sentimental. Very nicely done!
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