Wednesday, August 17, 2011

a journey 'round my sister..

when I see
the pine trees
down
Matakawau Road


past the little village
just beyond
the kauri bush



when I see the placid harbour
the sky
the rolling hills

the child in me is
coming home

again



the camber of the road
and every twist and every turn
are sheltered deep within my heart it seems

this is the very corner
where we lived
hehind those trees
much smaller then

and every inch of paddock
creek
puriri
punga fern

wraps around me like
a comforting
old coat

but the house
the garden
and the orchard
like us
the family
have gone

but wait..




I travel to the very end
of Matakawau Road
and there
in a cottage by the sea
lives
my
sister
and her man

so the journey to my heartland
is not in vain



there is love here
that enfolds me
like a handmade woollen rug

there is a blessing here
of quietness
and the salty smell of sea



and every corner
of the cottage



is
a shrine
to life and love



and
creativity
beautifully
expressed..



little shrines
of
peacefulness



and
longheld
simple faith


a sustaining
place of





of love
and family

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6 comments:

  1. This is such a beautiful piece, Joan; a tribute to your sister, faith, family, tranquility. How wonderful it is that she lives at the end of your childhood road.

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  2. This is so touching Joan. 'Little shrines of peacefulness' - how beautiful your words are, and the flow of love from you to your sister, and from her to you. It's such a poetic journey that you describe.

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  3. This is so lovely, so loving. Sisters are such a valuable part of my life. To have one who still lives very near your childhood home has to be very special.

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  4. Home is where the heart is. . . trite, perhaps, but true.

    A lovely post!

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  5. Beautiful, Joan. Both the sentiments of the ties that bind us, and of the photographs and the sentiments expressed. The journey to a fine and happy home is always a great one.

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