Rochi in 2010
My dark-haired love Rochina – beauty, noise
And loads of sparkle; quick to laugh or damn,
Hard-working, bright at school, an eye for value.
Her mum and dad strove much; but he, afraid
In alien Oz, ruled wife and brood too harshly.
Constrained at home, the girls could not do much
Until they left to marry. Rochi found
Another way; stood up to dad, found Law
At uni, starred at studies. Love remained
Too hard; deceitful men left scars, and need
To stand alone, untrusting. Friends were loyal –
Their love made up for much. Stress of work
At Law became an issue. Met old Rod
Who had a scar or two. We fight at times
But trust and lust remain intact; the lust
Is more from me; except that lust to win
A verbal – take no prisoners – comes from Law.
But Law too stressful; change to Art not easy,
And jobs are few and hard to get. I think
Her love of art will see her through in time.