A friendship-holder a story-teller and forgiveness-giver,
grasping heart in hand
a lantern of memory, glistening Auntie’s visage
It is what makes me,

writhing Rainbow Serpent
emerald eucalypts, opal skies
It holds the stories of sorrow and hope
that Aunty told me

the power of forgiveness
to quench the fires of wicked wrongs
It reminds me
to appreciate, to understand, to believe

It holds the warm loving heart
of a dearly missed, wisdom-kisser
who made me who I am
and taught me to always be deadly