Hi all, what great poems. And I'm getting a few written for me- so nice. Feelings can be wonderful.
Short story before a special poem. 8 and a half years ago a killer on parole raped and murdered two young adult sisters in Melbourne. He fled and in 3 days drove to Karratha WA...yeh way up north. He was pulled over by a policeman and in a violent scuffle the killer was shot dead. The policeman suffered facial injuries.
Ten days after the murders I stopped at the cemetery in country Victoria where I met the mother. I chatted and try to comfort a stranger. I asked if I could write to her, she agreed. 8 years later I'm still writing..about 60 poems. they line her dining room walls. It was all about helping her and her husband cope. I didnt expect the close friendship I got.
This poems was written for mothers day 2007 15 months after the tragedy. It came from imagination and strong feelings. I heard that every poem I gave them, they would sit over a coffee and discuss every line, deciphering their meaning. Nothing can make up for their loss but humans can comfort each other to make things easier to cope.
For me it was a journey of one purpose. To be humble to help two strangers for zero reward. It turned out that love is and has been given back. And that is so wonderful
HOUSE OF WAX
He was busy with the pouring
this old man's name of Max
so I toured his workplace while he toiled
this holy house of wax
There were inventors of a kind
and starlets from a stage
there were masterminds of talent
from another age
There were heroes of the wars
and leaders of a group
there were figurines of wax
from every allied troop
I stopped to admire him work
His name tag read just "Max"
"You really are a marvel
how you recreate with wax"
I focused on his one off mold
and marvelled when it set
this figure of a lady
that I recently had met
Her arms were open wide
as if about to fly
I asked a simple question
I asked a simple "why"
"Because she is cradling her girls
even though you cannot see
it is the stance she had
when they were one and three
He continued to work away
as his making of a sign did end
and I was in total awe
of the mirror image of my friend
He rolled out the final cast
to place at Shirley's feet
this house of wax curator
that I was glad to meet
He placed the cast just right
this single cast of one
the sign read appropriately
"This is the perfect mum"....
WK
