JAN KEMPTo My Father, M.H.K.My father, who at 82, three yearsand twice my age, can still terrifywith an intermittent Napoleonic barkI went white inside at as a child,a tennis-player with an un-putaway bikeor a huntress become a forlorn rose-bed weeder,ours the normal family sins,now frail and thin, frets againsthis uselessness when his eyes cloud up,his breath coming in fits and startscleaned through an air-pump three times a dayand then on a good one, perambulatesthe lawn with my mother to survey the progressof a troop of new sweet-peas along the trellice,Captain Kemp who wrote back from the warthanking my aunt or granniefor the knitted socks or fruit cake"all the company enjoyed; life's notmuch good here - I'm not grousing,it's the same for all the chaps -and we did see the Pyramids."On the ship back home he gambled for & wonmother's diamond rings, being quick at cardsand billiards; and now, serving her sherryon the silver platter, tells again the storyof the belly-dancer who might have beenour mother. I first heard Gershwin & Cole Porterthrough the glass door, that let you peep atsparkling mothers in strapless party dresses6WESTERLY, No.2, JUNE, 1989
and Morice, hospitality itself at the piano.Though I always wished him leather-elbowed,tweed-jacketed and wise, with pipe and books,he preferred obliviously burning his eartopsin the Coromandel summer sun, up-ended overthe intricacies of the outboard motor'ssplutterings & how to get us up on water-skis.Once, caught on the wrong side of the breakerstogether in the boat, he knew we'd been stupid,should not have cut so close to shore,"we'll have to ride them through," he yelledover the roar, "hold on!" and held a hand downon my back, least I ricochet & the boat smash up -I loved him fiercely then, proud it was just meand not my brothers too, riding it through with him.He would give me the other half of a first nectarineor golden queen we'd share in the orchardor after dinner, let me plait his hair in topknots;took me at night to receive a childhood prizein the provincial town's sound shell and puthis jacket round my shoulders against the cold.And now my mother must prepare for him daily, makesoup or the filled bread rolls he likes at lunch,while listening as she reads aloud when the mailwith our letters comes. Daily she consortshis ups and downs, together they watch t.v.,talk to visitors. Perhaps she wishes he was the kindwho'd read more, so books could give himthe things she knows of, in the blanks.He says he's not afraid of dying - his dream's to beput to sea in a boat like ours was, withthe bung-hole out and gently to sink down;he's saddened more by growing inabilityto do things on his own. So, this man, my fatheris given to our family to hold close. My motherwill read him this when the next mail comes.WESTERLY, No.2, JUNE, 1989 7
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quite diverse traditions towards th
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WARRICK WYNNEThe Wetlands (for Liam
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JAN OWENSmileOur mother aimed the b
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RICHARD KELLY TIPPINGOlympic Airway
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DAVID REITERBear by the Jasper Road
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He had hair like mine used to be, t
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OLIVE PELLThe QuestionTell me how t
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PETER KIRKPATRICKTear HereThe bay i
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JOHN WINTERThe Bird ManIn wooded, p
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KNUTE SKINNERAugust 15There's a lig
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M.E. PATTI WALKERThe Hook"Aren't yo
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GEOFF GOODFELLOWToo MuchDianne is 1
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SHANE McCAULEYSouth Fremantle, Summ
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JEAN KENTWaiting Out the DroughtWai
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STEPHEN MAGEEJesus Falls, South Aus
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SIMON BROWNBlue Hole, Santothe colo
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CONAL FITZPATRICKA Brown Dog, Off A
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PAUL HETHERINGTONOne RoomIn teeming
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Summer Leaves". This continues the
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Deficiency Bill in Western Australi
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invocation of pastoral near the beg
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