George Tokomauri Himona

by Ross Himona

 

In Singapore
the phone rang
and I knew
even as it jangled
my Dad had died

At 63
young still and dancing
at a wedding, happy
and having danced
sat down
and died
a smile on his face
they say

I remember
he liked them
weddings and 21st's
with all the family
and on my wall a photo
at mine, him and me
smiling

we didn't say goodbye
but he told me
in a round about way
when I left
we wouldn't meet again
not in this life
anyway
and we didn't say
goodbye

 Ross Nepia Himona
some whakapapa/genealogy for George Tokomauri Himona

 


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