They too soaked up the sun
let it beat on their worried brows,
erasing the fears and the tears
while the salt water washed away the
pain of living so young yet not free,
in doubt and too often in fear.
Yet it was for this very scene,
that they so bravely endured
the dark days and disquiet,
the deprivations and privations
of World War Two
And so it was with joy
that she stood beside me there
her face aglow with more than the brightness
of a warm spring day
as she gazed below
on the crowds of the free!
oblivious revellers in the fruits
of labours long worn
and a victory
They never laid down on the job!
©Jan Stead 2008
In 2008 my mum had a minor stroke, and to help her regain her confidence, my sister and I took her to Sydney for a weekend.
One of the first places we visited was Bondi Beach.
It brought back memories of visiting often many years ago…..and also stirred my imagination.