This is my winning poem, so excited!!
Where the back garden was actually a side garden,
where I could play,
and still see the comings and goings on the street.
Where I was the only one,
a single child
within soft fences and green hedges
where hedgehogs crept through at night
when they thought nobody was looking
to eat potato peelings we left out.
Where Dad painted window frames
telling me not to touch the sills-;
little fingerprints crimped the surface.
He forgave me quickly
wiping my fingers with a cloth
The strong pungent smell
made me think it would remove my finger tips.
Where a little pink field mouse got into the house
and we tried to catch it.
I hid in the lounge room,
knelt with my little plastic kettle
at the base of the door
ready to catch it if it ran under.
Dad must have caught it and put it out again.
Where Grandpa lived in the same cul-de-sac
two doors down, waiting for me.
We sat on his deckchair
he moved around the lawn;
pulling up weeds,
handing out memories.
I was at kindy when he died
at their kitchen table
with his head down
as if he were asleep.
Where I was Grandpa’s shadow
and life was simple:
playing with Dolly
hedgehogs in the grass
catching mice in a kettle,
and the unexpectedness of life.