The
skins of eggplants
Glisten
in the garden
And
as the light reshapes
Her
elbow and wraps
Around
her body, it’s time
Time
to make her journey
April
is filled with springtime
And
as her Greek Mother
Relieves
her of her duties
She
pulls the soft white thread of
Her
name from her Father’s throat
And
pledges to never forget him
Inside
her empty hands
She
is hungry for a better life
The
smell of pepper and pine
Will
travel with her, in her soul
A
diaspora, a migration story of
Language
and culture to retell
900
brides on board the Begona
Married
by proxy to a photograph
Guarded
closely the entire way
Husbands
wait with flowers
From
Athens to Melbourne
Women
pioneers disembark in 1957
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