"Truganinny"

Wendy Rose writes a poem about a native Australian woman, who is elderly. She is the last of her people and have seen many of them die. She knows that she has come to a point inn her life where she is about to die and everyone around her is waiting for that day to come also. She says, "Already they come; even as I breathe they are waiting for me to finish my dying."


This poem reminds me of the older Native Americans, who too has to witness the death of their people. Also the suffering many years of humiliation and defeat.