Debbie Robson
What we remember of you
In answer to Jan Dean’s poem
'Spindrift and Scotch Mist'
Is different for all of us, Gail. I didn’t
even know you were originally from Sydney
until a gathering in tribute of you mentioned
your early years. I missed too the photos
on Facebook of Nobbys/Whibayganba.
What I remember first is sitting down
opposite you at a writing workshop.
The last time I saw you was at a nursery.
How fitting. At the writing workshop
I was lost and you reassured me I
was in the right place. Am I in the right
place now? Who knows, but I hardly saw any
of your garden photos and only remember
the butcher bird and his coming and goings
hopping about and calling me back to your
page, wishing I had met you much sooner.
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