FIRST TIME (I MET MY GRANDMOTHER) - Poem by Ali Eckermann
Sit down in the dirt and brush away the flies
Sit down in the dirt and avoid the many eyes
I never done no wrong to you, so why you look at me?
But if you gotta check me out, well go ahead - feel free!
I feel that magic thing you do, you crawl beneath my skin
To read the story of my Soul, to find out where I been
And now yous' mob you make me wait, so I just sit and sit
English words seem useless, I know Language just a bit
I sit quiet way, not lonely, 'cos this country sings loud Songs
I never been out here before, but I feel like I belong
It's three days now, the mob comes back, big smiles are on their face
‘This your Grandmother's Country here, this is your homeland place'
‘We got a shock when we seen you, you got your Nana's face
We was real sad when she went missing in that cold Port Pirie place'
I understand the feelings now, tears push behind my eyes
I'll sit on this soil anytime, and brush away the flies
I'll dance with mob on this red Land, munda wiru place
I'll dance away them half caste lies 'cos I got my Nana's face!
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