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
(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).