Mother Made it So

Mother Made it So

I was a well groomed young lady because my mother always made it so.

She stressed ironed clothes, well brushed hair, and the best selection of hand-me-downs and St Vincent Wear, with the occasional new bargain thrown in.

Early photo albums always show her well dressed, but not conventionally so.
Sometimes she’s in saris, other times she’s in mini dresses with bee-hive hair.
Sometimes she’s in a grass skirt with a bikini top (because it’s Australia) ready for national dress events.

Make-up carefully applied, long lashes, now she looks like a Supreme.
Later there are leopard print clothes and bright vibrant purples and blues.
She’s usually slim, sometimes a little well- rounded, but only for a short time, then she’s slim again.

She moves (on a budget) with the times.
She moves with new geographies, Australia, not Papua New Guinea now.
She was generous with everything, including my time.
I was often the unpaid baby sitter for her friends and an old lady who once lived next door.

She was adopting the old ones to remind her of her mother.
She was making sure I knew how to clean, wash and cook and care for the old and the young.
She was taking me charity collecting for Red Cross, and we were running from big dogs guarding houses that don’t want charity collectors or anyone else at their door!

I was making mistakes, putting sugar with rice, wearing clothes that were out of fashion plus drawing on my sneakers.
I was trying to learn.
Patience has never been her strong point. Generosity has.

I didn’t know how to absorb what she was trying to teach me so, often I learnt something other than what she intended.

I learnt some people take too much from generous souls;
you can make a young boy leave his wheel chair with sheer will and lots of physical and emotional therapy and
you can change your future no matter how life begins.

She never gave up on the underdogs.
She was and still is critical, caring, and ferocious, all in one day.
She is my mother and she made me so.

My latest contribution to ABC Open.  A new project beginsWho Shaped Me

Image Credit: Mum from the Family Archives

First Published on my blog in 2012  https://gumbootspearlz.org/2012/11/02/mother-made-it-so/

The Postage Stamp

Ripple Poetry

How could you have known that one day
you’d be immortalized on a stamp
that proclaims you
forever poet
forever remembered.

Bounced between homes
living in spaces
with people breaking
their wings snapping
their realities clashing
and disintegration of
insight surrounding.

Outwardly low physical vision
thick spectacles to assist
but sports will be difficult
yet inwardly sharp global vision
emerging and blossoming
from the heart of poems.

Peeling back their layers
they are explorations and journeys
much more than African America
yet firmly giving voice to this voiceless.

You speak to me across forever
and I have much to learn of
this same art and faith
we both hold dear.

(c) June Perkins

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Special Days

Ripple Poetry

“Riḍván is a twelve-day festival in the Bahá’í Faith, commemorating Bahá’u’lláh’s declaration that he was a Manifestation of God.

In the Bahá’í Calendar, it begins at sunset on the 13th of Jalál, which translates to the 20th or 21st of April, depending on the date of the March equinox.”

Must be time to work on some Ridvan poems.

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