Poem Number 178 - The Mulot Family - 24/9/1986

I thought I only had my Australian family,

My Australian family, of Mum and Dad and Anne-Marie.

But now, my mother of great courage has traveled,

To resee and relive her family of much esteem.

I was scared that my mother, wouldn’t come back,

I tried hot to shed my dreaded tears away.

But, by drop and drop: they counted the days,

Of her overjoyment of reuniting this great family.

I telephone-called from thousands of miles away,

Just because I was jealous to miss her,

But as soon as I spoke no real feelings did I hide,

Just tender loving care of words, on another’s’ countryside.

For Anne-Marie, my sister of whom I would care and die for,

I didn’t realize such great brotherly love, I share for her.

As the weeks did turn the days so fast,

I was thinking of the hurt, I caused to her in the past.

If you look back at me, this very instant day,

No money, just be loving of the greater futures, in my way.

I feel as if I should know you all ‘Mulot Family’,

But not being or seeing anyone of you here, determines it to be that way.

All I can say for a large family of integrity,

Are that and what my Aunties and uncles had suffered through WW2.

In an experience that only you’ll share,

And that’s why your children with you, will care.

For cousins who aren’t married by their beauty,

They will, by the time of 1990, be man caring.

To such a lovable man who’ll won’t rip you off,

But be home by day and by night, and all the time.

For the young cousin, who is a thinkable man of prestige,

Let me share your experience of a lifetime.

Be it what come may. We are all of the same blood,

For let us all reunite with the gate of open floods.

The ‘Mulot family’ of love and personal strength,

May the world be lingered towards your golden hands.

I am John of man-like Mulot, of such kindness,

Open your hearts and minds; come over to see us, in Australia?