to woo the woman that you loved
and you did
as you courted her in Bondi
and she was yours
and she is still yours, always

and when we kids came along
we’d see Uncle Cliff
in Bondi
and you’d take us fishing
in Rose Bay
and you’d buy us gelato
in Bondi
and lolly-gobble-bliss-bombs
in Rose Bay

and in Bondi Junction
you’d take us to the whale car wash
and there we’d get lolly pops
and you’d take us to the Star Theatre
and there we’d see movies and eat popcorn

and these little flashes of memories
are just a few celluloid frames running through my mind’s projector
of you, us and then

if life is our teacher
death is the principal

and we remain children…

even when our hair goes grey.

In memory of Sunny 23/2/37 – 12/8/10