Molly

Do you walk like death, mother's words hush dear, beneath evening's grip, wondering if you'll ever know, your family peers, who never walked alone, remember those who left, your Dada revered, in Australia the best, looked after, time flown, they lived long around here, houses sold then gone, I try to catch their breath, like their songs and gear, dockers who roared gentle instead, large hands, still sheds, i loved their appearance, coming home under gas lamps, laughing at my fears.