For Beep & Sue Robinson, Foreman, Victoria Park Tunnel
Auntie Elaine Kingii Died last night in her sleep, Ninety years of age Keeping secrets she would keep. Last night she passed away In her tiny single bed, At the Onehunga rest home Where she finally laid her head.
Auntie Elaine Kingii Lived her long life on the street Helping other vagrants Find a kinder place to sleep, Helping other street kids With the hassles of their day, Sharing a quick cigarette Or a dryer place to stay.
Auntie Elaine Kingii In her ninety years of life Had eighteen babies born to her From sailors , waifs and like. Eighteen babies born to her Beneath the Grafton bridge, Each with unknown fathers Or a family heritage.
Auntie Elaine Kingie As a girl danced out of class Where the morning sunshine sparkled On the crystal dew, clad grass, And her green eyes shone with lustre In her joy of dancing free, Whilst the street kids stood in cluster Quite entranced by what they see.
Auntie Elaine Kingii With her eyes of emerald green Lived her days among the lost souls Of the City Mission scene. Life amongst free spirits Was a chosen path for her Shunning organised prosperity With a structured raconteur.
Auntie Elaine Kingii With her eyes of emerald glass Chose to die the way she lived Quite serenely with her class. Happy with the company Of whom she would befriend In the park surrounds of Auckland city’s Busy people blend.