Separations come
in many forms ...
- a loved item lost ...
- a loved one lost ...
- a family or an entire people lost.
And I have lost all those
- things,
- people - to illness, change, distance, or time
- family, when I was adopted,
though I also gained a family,
- and an entire people,
my Wiradjuri and Widjabul people,
and I mourn those never met,
the things never learned,
the chances to give & help
that never came ...
and they have lost all that I could have done ...
See also my poem "From ..."
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