I threw a flower on the water
Dear daughter
For love
For you
And for the time you are away from me
My flower will drift
I’ve got hopes in my heart
You will drift back
Like the beautiful rose
I threw

The Hudson boys from toke
Would come later in my life
Be it sadly from a tragedy, that
Their mum became my wife

Two finer lads you’ll never find
Taking directions of their own
And their mother mentions often
She’s so proud of how they’ve grown

Separate fields of endeavour
Such as policing and design
One is into Architecture, and
The other into crime

Not only brothers
But great mates too it seems
Successful young men
Bound to reach their dreams

It has been my absolute pleasure
To meet two very fine young men
And if I do not see them often
It’s just wonderful now and then

I remember a skinny kid and a smile
And the honesty of a little boy tested
Who in years to come would make a dad proud?
All fears now well rested
There was love aplenty and love amiss
As a kid you endured it all
A detached father on a roundabout
At times too scared to call
I missed the times we should have spent together
In your teenage years
Doing things that Dad’s do with sons
Facing our loves and fears
It’s been mentioned a hundred times
That perhaps things could have been better
And I reckon I denied you son
A few calls, a dollar or two and even a letter
But I’m proud today we’ve made it
And we can always be friends
Enjoy the life we have left together
Before with my passing it sadly ends

When they told me you were turning 60 I pondered
I pondered all those lost years without you
Perhaps a good chance of us being close mates, lost
Lost forever
Being both, lost sons of a lost mother

When they told me you were turning 60 I pondered
I pondered all those lost years with you
Perhaps a good chance of us being close mates, found
Mates forever
Being both, loved sons of a special mother

When they told me you were turning 60 I pondered
I pondered what if we were not related at all
Perhaps a good chance of us being friends, always
Friends forever
Being both, loved sons of an unknown mother

When they told me you were turning 60 I pondered
I pondered what if we were both never to meet
Perhaps a good chance of us being capable of dreams,
Dreamers forever
Being both, loved brothers and sons to an angel unknown

Who’d thought she’d be a mother of so many, so well
A harsh life year after bloody year no qualms from this lady to be
Royalty deserted this beautiful young woman’s dreams
And somewhere along the way, she never felt free

Perhaps her anger comes from a lost chance at the upper crust
Back in old Melbourne town an opportunity possibly lost
Adelaide with Old Joe was charming chasing rainbows with a handsome beau
Where an honourable woman would support a husband at all cost

Old Betty loved a trapper an extraordinarily cold man with a part time heart
Old Joe gifted Betty with his absence, at times too long, for a loving mother
And with step children a family of considerable size grew
A sailor I heard bore a wonderful son and Tina loved us when Betty loved another

She slaved for twenty odd years before Old Joe seemingly lost his way
And gave up on a brave woman who simply did her best with little resource
He never understood her issues back then and he died still wondering
Why on earth the day I challenged him, did he have to use force

A metal ashtray struck my mother’s head and I cried, I ran so hard
Blood was pouring from my mother’s head
And someone yelled call the police mum’s hurt get some help
For Old Betty I ran a four minute mile equivalent fearing she was dead

And to this day I still do not know why she had to suffer this?

The bitumen’s edge
Not a place to be
Without a Mother’s knowledge
And a copper penny

A Mother who never knew
Of your ability to run
With an old string bag
To the shop for fun

Sorrow and pain for all
A sweet little life crushed
The Riverview Quarries truck
That just may have rushed

Brothers, sisters sent home from school
Confused and out of breath
To confront a body on the road
The reality of a sibling death

Our little sister Vivecia
Taken by an Angel’s pledge
And her only sin was
The bitumen’s edge

A baby cries for the breast gone cold
If he got that far
And papers must be signed
No more warm mother’s milk
Upon which this baby boy would dine
And his mother cries alone
For want of help, anyone please
What is it I have done?
Pressure of embarrassment, defeats her
She must lose her first, her eldest son
In days of yore for god’s sake
Why did a mother part from son?
With no love lost between them
To save face for others
Pillars of society, like the orders of some Nun
Some church?

A maternal figure were you not
To siblings very grateful back then
Pressures betwixt’ a beautiful elder child
And a Mother aggrieved
In old Lyons road
That a Trapper was gone
And Melbourne beckoned for reasons unsure
Big city
Lover of a Mother whose struggles were long
Justified but harsh upon you
Doubtful lover of an Aunt obsessed
Uncle extraordinaire
A man of compassion and love
And Williamstown glowed in your mind
The possibilities
You never floundered you thrived
An amazing strength among us who knew
To be polite
But ne’er less you departed amid grief to thy mother
You set yourself free
And Old Joe cried
And Sedley sailed by your heart
Thank god your ship came in
Smitten were you not back then
That he reeled you in
A protector a lover a real man
Successful in all ways with your brilliance
Your backbone, your love
And the future was set
A Koschel dynasty beckoned
For the beautiful Vanessa

Whilst I cry for all
Can ye’hear not my heartfelt grief
Get thee all some love my lords my kin
Just for you Sedley
Your wonderful legacy
Family as it loves would be first most
In your wretched heart
In my wretched heart
My mind doth close but rarely Sedley my dear
Upon such love for thee lot
Your teachings
We both loved dear
A family
And why when a Robert was found was a Robert lost
And a David beckons
Strange was it not you said your very self
Think I love the old days ford
Ten fold my beloved siblings
And who will we all love now
That Sedley has gone
A family in ruin perhaps
One hopes not

The sign was there
That love had slipped me by
And you bowed in a strange sort of way
It was like I should cry

But not of want and hatred
I refused to be smitten by your trap
As you thought I might
I stood so bloody proud and took the wrap

Oh is not life a wonderful thing
When one takes charge of oneself
Despite your beauty and your selfishness
Tis you who sits upon that shelf