What’s your story?
Mine changes
When I was young
I was the daughter of graziers – my story, my life – I was a bush child and so proud to be from the land
I grew older
And a wonderful man asked to marry me
I must have said the word “fiancée” one hundred thousand times that year
Then wife
Then mother – the best one yet!
Then I lost mine and my father six months apart
They were sick
Mum in particular – Alzheimer’s – dreadful
But let’s skip that part
It
Was
Dark
Then I was sober although I never was a drunk
Just temporarily, a seeker of an alleviating state of mind
Something that pressed pause – instead of rewind
And eventually I threw away the deck altogether
And found it a place to nest in amongst all the other stories in my chest
And the narrator…
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