Love doesn’t rely only on the sentence
Love in my childhood home was said
A lot
And the kids meant it.
She was the only love we had
Or knew or wanted.
Her love was diluted,
Spent across many things.
Herself mostly,
Her wants, ideas, hobbies,
Her luxuries that we could enjoy…
Sometimes.
Maybe selfish or naive
We thought it was her devotion to us.
But we only watched Nickelodeon
To satiate her longing to watch tv rather than work,
Or raise us.
Or love us.

I learnt young that love isn’t just
The sentence.

But mourning a mother daughter relationship
Is a lifelong sentence.

I am sitting all alone
On a park bench
Waiting for the buskers
To play our songs
Whether they come out quickly
Or take so long
They should be enjoyable
*** *** *** whack him on the ***
Say to each other why don’t you hum
But then after that
The first busker came out
And sang American pie to the crowd
Each verse was sang very well
The last was all so loud
Then they sang joy to the world
By three dog night
And sang out loud being heard right
Into the night
They partied right and all through the night
Never worried what will happen
When the crowd will come out and fight
Then the second busker came
His name was don hoy
And sang on the road again
Thinking about the coach he drove
All over the country
Travelled from Sydney right through
To Perth city
Don hoys version of the song took a while
As he dropped into sale
To pick up Lyle
And take him around the country
They got on well
Being loud, can’t you tell
But Lyle wanted a hot cuppa mate
It isn’t too late
To be with your mate
But I miss my mum and dad
The second song don hoy sang
Was I am Australian by the seekers
You see he missed Judith Durham
And wanted to see her dead body
Through a peeper
When he was supposed to say
We share a dream don said drink
Because that is what the Aussies do
The third song was looking for an echo
And he sounded like ole 55
So as he sang the song
People put money in his hat
The echo was played and
The buskers all went home

Your death came as a surprise, it certainly wasn't foretold.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 76 years old.
I learned that you were terminal shortly before you died.
When your life ended, people were sure to be misty-eyed.
If you were still alive, I'd be spending your birthday with you.
When I say that you had love and respect, it is certainly true.
If you hadn't died, today you would be eating your birthday cake.
When I found you dead, it was almost too much for me to take.
Your death was upsetting, painful and very hard for me to face.
Happy Birthday, Mom, you died and you went to a better place.

Lovers in the garden one summer’s night,
Were smitten speechless by an awesome sight,
Everything was bathed in a light of love,
The full moon smiling distantly above,
Letting their imagination run free,
They saw fairies beneath a sleeping tree,
Serenity simmering all around,
A lovely moonlight garden they had found.