
Hell
In Dante’s Inferno, when trying to describe
the houses of Hell’s lamentations
the torments, the trials, laid quick to ascribe
amidst the curses and blessings of nations
In Dante’s Inferno, when trying to describe
the houses of Hell’s lamentations
the torments, the trials, laid quick to ascribe
amidst the curses and blessings of nations
I was only trying to be sensitive, my Mother always said
be mindful of others, offending
but she was good at it, she didn’t hold back
lived a life she did and if others
What was it? Where were we? Yesterday? that made me stay away,
reined me in, stopped me calling, not that you could hear me,
know me, have told me, to scold me, for forgetting, there was much to do,
I told myself , held from myself, firm in thinking,
The table for two is available now, once the staff clear the mess away
and the children stop their crying
mothers do their best at mothering and controlling the noise
we look on we know they’re trying
Lamingtons are cool, lamingtons are a hit
I like eating lamingtons more than just a bit
I attended the annual Brain Tumour Alliance Australia forum yesterday, in Sydney. On stage was a plethora of brilliant minds, caring souls and with it, a potpourri of information designed to either educate or bewilder the audience.