Looking Out

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View from the top floor of the Sofitel in Brisbane. Looking down on Central Station and the Cenotaph.

So I look around

at the world

with its

hustle

and

bustle

and

screaming

and

riots

and

wars

and

death

and

life

and

computers

and

technology

and

everything comprehensible

and

incomprehensible

and

then I wonder –

Where do I fit in?

8th November 1982

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Perfection

ImagePerfect?

I wish I were

but

somehow over the years

my edges have become worn

and, at times

I admit to you

that my temper has frayed.

My conversation has been known

to be

dull.

Yes! And my soul

has been tarnished, and

my sense of humour

has warped.

As the years go on

my joints will become still

and my eyes will dim.

My body

will grow weary and tired

and my vision will fade.

Perfect?

I wish I were.

But

somehow over the years

my spirit

has grown stronger

and my resolve

firmer.

I look to the day

when I will be at

peace

once more.

Perfect?

Not yet!

But give me time!

(July 1982)

Lines

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Lines

Etchings

Carved by time

Drawn by experience

Love

Heartbreak

Motherhood

Caring

Responsibility

Lines that speak

Shout to the world

I am strong

I am wise

I have lived

Remnants of memories

Wondrous lines!

This photo is of my beautiful, strong, caring, compassionate and loving Grandmother who left our lives many years ago.

She will always live in my heart