KIRITAHI
Na. ..Lana Simmons
My father died, there was a tangi. It was a very sad and sorrowful time for me. It’s a strange feeling when someone you love dies. Many people came from miles around to talk to him. They came, cried and went. He looked different, they shaved his beard. Quite businesslike, a stranger at first to me.
So strong and powerful he was, now there he lay. They closed the lid, last look into those dead eyes, last touch of that hard body, he looked happy though.
Cemetery, nice warm day, many people gathered 6 feet under in wooden boxes in the ground. Why did you leave me? The dirt began to fill the hole. I wished for him to jump out.
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Tu Tangata, Issue 34, 1 February 1987, Page 27
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125KIRITAHI Tu Tangata, Issue 34, 1 February 1987, Page 27
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