Hey, Do you think it's possible if you could post the poem in this thread, i'm doing work on it now, and have lost it.
It would be a great help.
cheers.
Impressed by the uniforms
Of her employer's sons,
Mother enrolled me at St Pat's
With never a thought
To fees and expenses - wanting only
"What was best".
From the roof
Of the secondary school block
Our Lady watched
With outstretched arms,
Her face overshadowed by clouds.
Mother crossed herself
As she left me at the office
Said a prayer
For my future intentions.
Under the principal's window
I stuck pine needles
Into the motto
On my breast:
Luceat Lux Vestra
I thought was a brand of soap.
For eight years
I walked Strathfield's paths and streets,
Playing chasings up and down
The station's ten ramps -
Caught the 414 bus
Like a foreign tourist,
Uncertain of my destination
Every time I got off.
For eight years
I carried the blue, black and gold
I'd been privileged to wear:
Learnt my conjugations
And Christian decorums for homework,
Was never too bright at science
But good at spelling;
Could say The Lord's Prayer
In Latin, all in one breath.
My last day there
Mass was offered up
For our departing intentions.
Our Lady still watching
Above, unchanged by eight years' weather.
With closed eyes
I fervently counted
The seventy-eight pages
Of my Venite Adoremus,
Saw equations I never understood
Rubbed off the blackboard,
Voices at bus stops, litanies and hymns
Taking the right-hand turn
Out of Edgar Street for good;
Prayed that Mother would someday be pleased
With what she'd got for her money -
That the darkness around me
Wasn't "for the best"
Before I let my light shine.