Sue Oaks Poems

Images held tenderly
Of the kind of mother I wanted to be,
Of the kind of mother I thought I should be,
Are shattered.
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We waited, apart, away from the church
That sacred building, its solid mass
Reaching towards the heavy Melbourne sky.
The songs floated out,
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I’ve got some dirty tea-towels
That I put in the wash to soak
I only use them to wipe a few dishes
Then back in the tub they go
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