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Poetry
Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,
Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.
Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,
A beacon of joy in the softest light.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,
Resonates within, though she's not here.
A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,
Overflowing with love, a tender grace.
In every ripple, her essence I find,
A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.
Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,
Like creeks that swell, and never forego.
Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,
Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.
Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,
A beacon of joy in the softest light.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,
Resonates within, though she's not here.
A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,
Overflowing with love, a tender grace.
In every ripple, her essence I find,
A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.
Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,
Like creeks that swell, and never forego.
I wrote this song when I started my sentence in June 2026.
Somebody’s Daughter Theatre offers women within the prison system in Victoria, the opportunity to participate in weekly art workshops.
I’m a rapper and I thought I’d share one of the songs I’ve written.
I felt compelled to contribute so here follows a few submissions for your consideration.