I came here with my mother first. Latershe bought a house nearby. I walk here still.There are new names, new rows of plaquesand new blank walls to fill.
One Anzac Day my mother and Iwalked through Perth, she in her nurse’s cape,after the march. I saw with apprehensiona crowd of drunks. I looked to escape
as they sprawled out of a pub, a couple fighting.(My boarding-school had taught me fearat eight years old). I tugged her sleeve,Urged her to c…