Homecoming

Well, here it is three weeks of silence on this site. What has been happening? Many things. The house is being packed up around me, each day when I come home from work HB has been busy packing more stuff. Stuff is everywhere. That happens when you live in one place for over 16 years!! I guess I have the easy part. I come home, can’t find something, so yell, “B*&^(% hell have you packed the &#*$( as well!!” Poor HB she is so patient.

Anyway it is all go and there are still three weeks til we move. We will be the most organized household in the world.

SBS and his HB have returned to NZ for a few months before they head off to Europe, hopefully, around April next year. It is fabulous to have them back and they are staying with us which is even better. He is a dab hand in the kitchen and I am typing this up as he is out there preparing green curry vegetables for consumption. Fanbloodytastic.

The kids dad and his partner left NZ about the time me and HB did. They set off on a tour of the Adriatic coast but had a misadventure which means that he has now been in hospital in a foreign land, for almost 8 weeks. I found this very distressing as did FBS & SBS. The good news is he will return to NZ this week and while facing more hospitalization; his condition is life changing rather than life threatening. I so wish him well and admire his tenacity in dealing with this situation.

So these are some of the reasons for my silence on the site.
I have found myself resorting to my beloved poetry as there is so much going on it seems, somehow to calm me and give me perspective.

My big sister is now a grandmother, though she is not fond of that term and prefers to be referred to by her shortened first name!! But Charlotte is here. Yay!!

Instead of raving on I will post a couple of the poems.

Much love as always to my cherished readers.


Homecoming



your brother is back
with his sweetheart

we three
went out to meet them

they have been off
adventuring in Oz
fishing frogs out of toilet cisterns
in the wild outback
splitting clams open out at sea
all to earn a few bucks

they will have stories to tell
for sure

we are all excited
can’t wait in fact
to hold his fine frame
in my arms

to put my head on his chest
and hear the sweet sound
of his good heart-beat

I can breathe again

I will enjoy it while they are here
and not think about the sharp intake
of breath and the waiting
when they set off again
since months hence

it is good enough that I have him here
that we all have him and hold him
in our hearts

as we hold you my sweet


Poem No 2


New Home



the countdown is on
three weeks to go
til we take up residence
I can’t wait

it’s not that I don’t love our house
your home the place I think you loved

it is just time to make a change

we have hibernated
licking open wounds
since your death

hearts split open
minds shattered

it has been our fortress
drawbridge up and the watery driveway
ensuring no visitors unless by invite

we have huddled together trying to heal
it’s not that the healing is done
far from it
it’s just that it is time to make a move
to unfurl a little to let a little sunshine in

our new house has good bones
that we will clothe and festoon with colours
and laughter and joy
we will create more stories in her

and weep
knowing that
you will not walk through the door

yet you will be
the heart of this home


Arohanui
KG