14/12/2023
I wasn’t there, I was suburbs away
Watching and waiting for what they would say.
Disbelief and shock at what we were shown
I was not involved, still … it’s too close to home.
People like you, women like me
Working or shopping, why wouldn’t we be?
Centre of Sydney our tree has now grown
Innocence has gone … it’s too close to home.
My father, my brother, my friend it could be.
Less than a month sitting there it was me!
People have now lost the love they had known
I’m feeling your pain … it’s too close to home.
‘Re-focus, move on, t’was not meant to be you!’
I get that, but know what this place means, please do.
It’s our town, it’s our heart, growing up we did roam
This place holds my childhood … it’s too close to home.
I love you, dear Sydney and know we’ll bounce back
We’ll return to your sun, we will get back on track.
But for now we are bruised, battered, but not alone
And that is okay …. it was too close to home.
© Bobbi Chegwyn
16/12/2014