This was the first poem I ever memorised and recited. I don’t remember exactly how old I was. Six? Seven? I think it was for my first ever AMEB Speech and Drama exam.
Saying these words again took me right back to the lounge room of my teacher’s house…
It would be easy to throw a match and walk away while you burn. But I won’t do that. I know it wouldn’t be entirely fair. Yes, too much death and hardship. Too many challenges on the health front. Too many loved ones in peril. Too much bad behaviour, bad choices, bad situations. Too much instability. Too much violence. Too much hurt. And not everyone and everything made it to the end.
But there were some good things in there. Or things I’ll choose to remember and take some pleasure and/or pride in any way. Here goes – all of these things took some measure of courage and effort. Continue reading