A few years ago, I spend a couple of years with my ageing Mum. It was the best of times and the worst of times. My family was grateful for the support of the community in the small coastal town where she lived. This is a thank you to that community.

Now that I live in Urunga
Where two rivers meet the sea
I look around and feel younger
Than I really ought to be

The pace of life is not hurried
Plenty of time for a yarn
Nobody seems very worried
People are friendly and calm

One place I go to do washing
Like a good sick mother’s son
Can’t miss it unless you’re rushing
It’s run by Jo Brotherton

Stroke put our Mum in a wheelchair
Wet kylies, nighties and sheets
Each day, Jo would take real care
My angel of Bowra street

She handled the smell and my madness
With her cheerful cheeky smile
Respite from caring with sadness
Having a rest for a while

Now Ma’s party’s over at last
The old place is up for sale
My future dries tears for my past
My present is hitting the trail

I’ve enjoyed my time in Urunga
Where sickness helped me to see
This town has elders and younger
Whose kindness was brought to me