But the room is silent, no one stirs ...
Marion, uncle's Tassie bride,
Left us on last Tuesday's tide...
She met my uncle gowned and masked
When he, a doctor, his eyes cast
Across an operating room
And spied this nurse amid the gloom!
Smooth and suave, a whirlwind start
His «bedside manner» stole her heart!
A honeymoon their life begun:
Flight to an island in the sun.
After so many years alone
They soon made Sydney their new home
A busy practice, surgeon's skills
Not just dispensing headache pills!
Much travelled, he took her abroad
To England, where he'd had to board
Then Kenya where he'd lived when young:
Coffee plantation family-run ...
A move to Bowral, New South Wales
A slight change of role entails ...
He runs a Health Farm, she makes friends
And hours upon the golf course spends ...
All that was many years ago;
In 2008 Mike's star sank low...
Quietly frail, but mind still clear
She missed her Hobart family near.
I met her when in Bowral last*
We spoke of history and the past
Now a phone call tells us that she's gone
At peace; but memories linger on ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
* 2015
(22.5.1928 - 30.4.2019)
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