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11 January 2011
very late because of the floods.
Only three of the Home Care staff
live here in town; the rest can’t get in.
She’s been doing extra today —
the Personal Care as well,
showering people who live alone
and can’t do that for themselves.
Her daughter up in Toowoomba,
where the flash flood yesterday
took lives and wrecked houses,
lost her business but she is alive.
‘Six inches of mud,’ says Judy.
‘More cleaning work for Mum, later!’ —
with a grin. ‘Don’t get up, dear, I can do it,’
when I rise to fetch her the broom.
We smile at each other kindly, as if
no sorrow lurked behind our eyes,
no horror from all those TV images
repeated, like 9-11, over and over.