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Ode to Rose

-for Sanyata, little ballerina – gathering many layered petticoats you twirl and bob velvety head to the wind’s whispered musical notes keeping thorny feet on your leafy bed beneath earth rocks nettle immobile legs keep you in place intricate roots serving little to prevent the sweep of your grace with dainty feet, ebony-haired girl pirouettes in time to your every step and together, quiet splendour unfurl creating beauty with indescribable depth and I, spectator to this magical...

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Foster Grandmother

“I miss Lola, Mum,” my five-year-old Anya said woefully, referring to her grandmother who was in another country. She was echoed by her three-year-old sister Thea who had gotten bored of her activity book and was looking sadly out the window. Out on the street, the trees swayed as the wind howled. It was not a pretty sight for children who had grown up amidst a tropical climate, where the sun was almost always out, and where everyday was ideal for outdoor play. “Me too, darling,” I...

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Childhood Dreams

Evening has come, little girl. Night’s satin fabric falls to blanket window panes As crickets start their evening serenade And all around houses descend on a quiet Like busy, rumbling machines breaking from the daytime riot I sprinkle fairy dust on your droopy eyes As you wrestle and play Barbies and Kens “For just a little bit more, mama” Until – arms drop, eyelids close, heavy breathing commences. “Good night little Sanghaya, it’s time for your dreamtime adv

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