My Poem ‘Grandma’ was published in the SpeedPoets Zine Vol 13.6
Pawpaw tree out the front
and mango tree out the back,
we drove to your home on the coast.
On my last visit I found out you spoke
up to eight different languages:
English, French, Hungarian,
and a smattering of Italian, Russian,
Polish and Yiddish.
You told me you could swear in Arabic.
Your family was Hungarian.
You were born in Egypt
and lived there until you were 11.
Your family was expelled
and you fled to Italy for 6-months
in a refugee camp, trading bread to survive,
before moving to Australia.
You met your husband
when you were 15 and a half,
became engaged at 17,
had my father at 19.
If someone was unwell
you recommended drinking
mulled wine with cloves
and you passed me an orange.
‘Here darlink,’ you said.