my mother's music...

my mother could stiffly
mechanically
play the notes
but couldn't feel
the music #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 30, 2021

a line is a line...

There are many expressions that mention a line:

*crossing or not crossing them
*walking them
*putting your life on them

And I remember the clothes line at the old house...

...And here is my mother and I, below it, in the soft sun, smiling, way back down the line...

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 4, 2021

a walk at dusk...

Often, especially in the winter time,
I like to go for a walk at dusk.
Everything is gentle.

From the houses come dollops of sound, smell, colour
and life.

And in the softness of it all
I see my mother once more,

caught between day and night,
smiling at me in the easy light.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 2, 2021

in praise of tea...

Ordinary, maybe even a little weathered objects to others can be so specially poignant of sweet memories...Lovely...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) February 16, 2021

a child's steady gaze...

Mother and Child #figurepainting #watercolor #sketch@twschaller
https://t.co/1tJpvoybQX pic.twitter.com/HEIaBmusZD

— thomas w schaller (@twschaller) June 25, 2020

a child's
steady gaze
unaware of
a mother's
proud questions #tanka https://t.co/XwqTob8VGS

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 24, 2020

trusting mothers...

This news is really quite sad. Mothers believe they help children with information, opinions + advice that is not theirs to own or prove. Too trusting of too many who don't deserve trust.

mother-strapped
ready-made advice
mocks the integrity
of sender and
receiver #tanka https://t.co/3pH7rBw96E

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020