Missing Marion, Ten Years On.
A woman stands in a garden holding her granddaughter in her arms, swaying gently back and forth. “All the pretty lights” she croons. “All the pretty lights.” An evening ritual; watching the lights from Surfers Paradise twinkle on the horizon as she calms the little girl for sleep, pointing out constellations and looking for shooting… Read More Missing Marion, Ten Years On.
Smooth hands of thinning skin translucent in some places Yellowed nails from wear and work A lifetime etched in traces Across her lovely face And in her shining eyes Hardship and a life lived tough A woman of no standing And yet she was my sun and moon My night and day, my breathing by… Read More Marion