I hear the sound of hearts break
from across the sea
I am smashed, a wreck on a reef
shattered, life tilts beyond belief
Little sister joins Aunty and mum
From the Desert to the Marae, I’ll go back to where I’m from
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(My sister died yesterday. in New Zealand. She too was a poet, writer and loved whanau (family), a gentle matriarch.. I wrote yesterday’s poems in the morning (Australia) long before I received the dreaded phone call. I like to think my little sister was there with me. I was going to use the picture yesterday but a little voice said no. Another wrenching loss to end the year).
Ariel 