Kilt clan patterns
Mother’s hands twisting string for homemade
video to keep tradition strong
Once made from plants now plastic too
Scratching identity from legs to ankles
Calling out for head dress and for beads
Bare feet beating dance on earth
Sway and swish
Past, present and future steps
Given by my mother to say
You are grown
By June Perkins
This poem appears on Australian Children’s Poetry. March 27 2018
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