Embedded Files
The story of my mother, Jill, and her betrayal.
She was a cheeky bugger at the garage when I first knew your mother. She’d give you tuppence for tuppence. You couldn’t put anything over her and she used to walk around — thump, thump, thump — strut round and tell you off quick smart. Put you in your place. Took no cheek.
(Viv Coker)
Layout of book began in August 2010, but came to a stop to allow more research and scanning of Qld slides. Layout will start again when my audio visuals are completed.
Vile Betrayal Come
February
Some tears are shed
Some hopes remain
Some friends and family come.
March
She’s there in bed
She’s curled in pain
She calls to Charon, “Come”.
April
Her fears are fled
Her doubts are slain
Her hour of reck’ning come.
Our Jill is dead
Our sorrow plain
Our void eternal come.
May
But greed unfed
Won’t bear the strain
Thus vile betrayal come.
His carcass, bled
And rent in twain –
Now guilt and torment come.
Ah! Just desserts… then some.
Keywords: Jill Mary Brennan, Jill Mary Burns, Donald Douglas Burns, Vicki Elizabeth Dohy, Jenny Maree Pearce, Ernie Brennan
Google Sites
Report abuse