My first years of life were spent in the caretaker’s cottage at Scotch College in Hawthorn. My parents and grandparents lived there after the war. The cottage was surrounded by a cyclone fence that seemed so high to me then and I was quite isolated from other children. I had a bit of an identity problem. In later years I heard my grandmother echo my same concerns. This poem, that spans many years, is for two voices.
Judy Perry
June 2021
Judy Perry
June 2021
Hairwashing Day
| Hairwashing Day Nana! Why are the walls so high around these college grounds? Why am I here all by myself is there only one of me. Why do you old folk all wear grey Is the war over yet? Nana the yellow soap hurts my eyes it’s making my pinnie all wet. Why must I look like Shirley Temple Who is she anyway? Nana where is my mother now why have the men gone away. *************** Girl! Why are the walls so high In this damned institution ? Why am I here with mumbling old witches Is this some cruel restitution. Why do you young folk all wear coarse blue Is it National Service again? Girl! Why is my hair so fine and grey It’s that blower thing you wave at me. Just why must I look respectable I’m too old for that anyway. Child where is your mother now And did my husband pass away? Judy Perry June 2021 |
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