Here's the challenge - compose a poem each day for one year, that reflects my agrarian life. On our hobby farm on the edge of the Monaro my husband Matthew and I raise children (I have eight, though only five remain at home), sheep, goats, chooks, piglets, a milking cow and her calf, fruit and vegies. To support this enterprise I teach in the remotest school in Victoria - if anywhere in Victoria is truly remote.
Monday, 4 May 2015
Fractured
I can't seem to fix this thing.
Though I have tried many times.
And my attempts seem only to have worsened the situation.
What fractured the relationship I still can't fathom.
I have known them my whole life.
Would never have thought them so judgemental.
Or that their good opinion once lost would be forever.
So after all these years,
The pain is raw.
The realisation that they will not always be around,
And reunion seems unattainable.
Upsets me beyond measure.
I know that the time will come when they could need me.
But maybe that need will be filled by a generation skipped.
All I know is the hopelessness and the sense of mourning
That despite being so close in proximity,
We seem to have lost each other forever.
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