Hi Tea in Tully
By Administrator | 26 June 2012
“Come have a cuppa.”
And we'd sit and sip.
Watching the sunbird
build his his nest.
We'd stare out at Joe's vegie patch,
as the cane trains
hauled back and forth
across the paddocks.
Wanting each bin to carry away
the shared secrets
that only beaten wives can share;
Knowing the loneliness
of the rejected mother
would fill train after train
never to be fully crushed at the mill.
Sometimes we'd just gossip and laugh
pretending we weren't the ones
being gossiped and laughed about,
and say knowingly,
deprecating smiles just visible against the china rim,
“Well at least while they gossip about us, they are leaving others alone.”
As the sun disappeared we'd rest our secrets
in the nest in the eaves.
The sunbird giving his last call
as the the Sunlander pulled into the station,
drawing our conversations further from home
out beyond Innisfail and Cairns
but rarely to your birthplace
or mine in Sydney.
We'd shared our pain and our sorrow
our happiness and joy
over one cup of Hi tea. Marilyn Roberts
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