A month today, how is that possible?
I wash your floors clean your loo then sit in your māra
the one we replanted yesterday thinking of you soon I will
be gone from here with only memories of you in this place
How can I go without knowing where you are, other than in the box of ashes I carry?
I have no compass for this path but oceans of tears
and landscapes of kōhatu sit in my puku a dreadful dead weight
Te Reo Māori words: māra: garden, kohatu: stones, puku: stomach
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Awfully poignant words as always Iona. Where, indeed, are our sons?
Yeah no compass for this journey eh, and we all have different maps in our hearts. Thank you for sharing this beautiful, heart wrenching poem Iona. I tangi with you xx