Poem by Te Aroha Mohi

Te Aroha wrote this moving poem about her time in the 2020 lockdown, as part of a writing group at Hastings Intermediate. This group was part of the Connected Project. It was filmed by Dan Betty.

– Jo Morris

Dad

You arrive.
The engine is matching
the break of waves.
The stench of oil

burns the nose.
A warm energy enters the
room with you.
Your speckled hair
reflecting your age,
as the sound of the 80’s
meet my ears.
Your gleam,
Your warmth,

in the end,
I know you’ll leave me.
The curtains closing as the show ends,
as the world takes you
ⓐ ⓦ ⓐ ⓨ.