yesterday the wild came to visit,
strong wind rattled our windows and coaxed beanies and jumpers onto our bodies.
yesterday was cold, and dad kept company with the fire most of the day.
the wild elementals had come to celebrate the Birth Day of Jessica May.
it is not anzac to me ,
why would it be when instead of the bugle sounds at dawn
my baby splooshed out of my body into the world of form.
born 29 years ago to an aussie dad and a kiwi mum
that is my contribution to anzac.
suddenly the whole vibe of anzac was washed clean and reinvented,
not a day of war but life renewing itself,
not a day of uniforms and medals
not a day of past deeds dusted up in glory lies,
but a day of bold beginnings,
a day to honour a terrific girl become woman
a daughter become mother .
a day to share our stories
another day to grow well together.
it was a feast ,
of baked chokos and polenta
of sphaghetti marinara
of antipasto and pinot noir
of chocolate cake and tiny antique candles,
candles saved by my mum over many of my birthdays.
a mistress of commonsense and cheek
of generousity and take no prisoners
of bloody good fun.
we are all the better for her Presence in our lives.