by Mary W Maxwell, LLB
G’day to anyone involved in this adventure. There is about to be a reunion of one of the Mums who played a role in my book Reunion.
You could help by just singing along to the old tune of Gundagai, written a hundred years ago in 1922. The composer was Jack O’Hagan. Here is a rendition of it with the old words:
SONG FOR MUM
(Note for singers: Underlined word means emphasis on this syllable)
- The memory’s always there, of those dear days.
How I loved to watch my child and see her ways.
You know I’m always yearnin’, just to be returnin’
And to have a real re-union with my girl….
Let’s get back, on the track, we can do without the flack,
And be united once again.
Oh, when I see her growin’, the tears will be a-flowin’
Beneath a sunny sky.
She has gone now to school, and acquired some pals.
I don’t know what she… even remembers of me,
But we’ll soon revive the past, And I know it’s going to last,
When I cuddle my baby again.
- When we meet, the years of hurt will disappear
Unfairness, begone! It’s time to indulge in cheer
The dreams will be abounding, and all the love resounding
It will be heaven for Mom, and joy for the child.
We’ll be back, on the track. Pay no attention to the flack!
We’ll be united once again.
Oh, when I see her growin’, the tears will be a-flowin’
Beneath a sunny sky.
She has gone now to school, and acquired some pals.
I don’t know what she even remembers of me,
But we’ll soon revive the past, And I know it’s going to last,
When I see my sweet baby again.
When I cuddle my baby again.
Im sending a horde of good angels, or however many are out there paying the slightest attention to me.. towards that mums direction..
In the name of all things right!
(And maybe smite the any and all that deserve a good smiting while they’re there….)
Magnificat anima mea Dominum et exultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est et sanctum nomen eius et misericordia eius in progenies et progenies timentibus eum fecit potentiam in brachio suo dispersit superbos mente cordis sui deposuit potentes de sede et exaltavit humiles esurientes implevit bonis et divites dimisit inanes.
My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favour on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name. His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty.
(Strictly comments on topic today, please.)
A mothers heart beat.
Breaking the cycle of generational trauma may it be a wondrous reunion full of love and healing.
Prayers to all
[…] Source […]
this goes out to cousin Reg
‘old cork station was a cattle-station, cluttered with sheep, acoustic terrible at first, and I never changed my mind
easier on the ear
https://www.abc.net.au/news/2022-12-08/rockhampton-zoo-staff-and-troop-mourn-sudden-death-of-chimp/101748134
where’s your line, all in, it’s the Tony solution(not, as Tony repeatably said, no violence), ((aggressive action by reason))- just reaching out brother, hope ur well
A mother is a mother is a mother.