These precious things

These precious things

Were touched and loved by you

I keep them close to my heart

They remind me of the beauty in you

Beneath all the other layers

Who are our mothers?

Do we really see them

Beyond all the demands we place on them

Can we truly love them

Even when they hurt us

And pass on their wounds

Even though not getting the very thing we needed

May convince us that we hate

Where does the longing for love then go?

Surely we have to find it within

And in time and with healing allow a deeper perspective

That embraces everything

Light and shadow

Well my darling

As the Maori’s came to take your things away

I thought how right it was

With our ancestral history

I saw how they laboured to load it all on the truck

And remembered how hard you struggled

To hold us after Dad was gone

Yet you somehow carried on

And when I drove back home today

I realised that separation is really only something

We keep ourselves trapped in with our thoughts

For you were there

In the sunlight and the breeze

Together with my ancestors

As I drove home crying

And I realised that really

It was all meant to be

And one day body of your body

Part soul of your soul

I will return to you

Because you are always a part of me

And as I look upon these precious things you left behind

I am reminded how important it is to be kind

And to find the love without and within

But most especially

Within our heart and mind