That day when we ran into
watch tv
the black and white of
Sesame St
now full colour
was jump up and down on the couch
joy.
That day when someone looked at
me and said
you can’t talk to me
you are not my friend
was tears.
That day when my friend
made a necklace for me out
of fimo and it was frangipanis
the past was lost
and part of me was healed.
That day when someone tried
to break into our house
and our friends arrived
before the police did
and stayed to make us tea
when the intruder was taken away
was scarier than a cyclone
and preparation.
That day when I found out
I could write and research
the rest of a history story
I had been waiting to do so for
twenty years
was a story saying
I bless you
to share me.
That day I told my story
about Yasi
to help others
I began to let it go.
(c) June Perkins