Remembering Daisy

Daisy died with a hymn book in her hand

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I don’t remember Mum and Dad

She said

Every priest my father

Every nun my mum

They all my mother

They strict

They hit us, here and here

If we run

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They took us

She laughed

We ran ran ran   we hide

I never saw my Mum again

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I tell you my story

For my children   their children

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Daisy waved the hymn book in her hand

And she sang

The Lord’s my shepherd I’ll not want…

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Daisy died with a hymn book in her hand

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(c) Mary Tang 2015


In 2006 I was a volunteer cook for an indigenous community in the Kimberley, Western Australia.  Many I met were brought up by missionaries who ‘cared’ for them after they were taken legally by a government who believed that they would be better off with white folks.  ‘Daisy’ was one of the ‘Stolen Generation’ who bore no grudge and became a devout Christian.  She was as innocent as the child she was when she was taken from her family, till the day she died.

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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One Response to Remembering Daisy

  1. Beautiful Mary. Once again, you present something that has meaning for me. At the risk of flooding you with my earlier posts, I think you would like this: http://derrickjknight.com/2013/05/02/rabbit-proof-fence/

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