Last Drinks

There's a texta-coloured drawing In a big white plastic box bought from IKEA That I keep up on the wardrobe And I'm looking pretty grumpy – you must've drawn me in the morning And it says 'Dad, I love you' in fluro pink And here's a picture of our family in St Kilda I think we're standing on the porch at Clyde St And your mum looks so young and so pretty And I hope that when you open this you find her beauty spilling out Like all that red hair 'round her face I've been keeping treasures here for you to find Songs and letters, things I used to think And there's $20 in my bedside drawer so I can buy you one last drink There's a clipping that I found about Glenmaggie in the '20s And what happened when they tried to build the Weir They bought up all the farms from all the poorest in the district And though they didn't want to go They built a wall and made them leave When the flood came, they gathered at the hotel And when the water reached the bar they called 'last drinks' And I've put this story here to remind you That the people that you come from Fought until they had to swim away I've been keeping treasures here for you to find Songs and letters, things I used to think And there's $20 in my bedside drawer so I can buy you one last drink And it's just a box of birthday cards And photos and a Humphrey B Bear teddy That you'll probably throw away But I hope that when you find this, you know that you were loved And this junk is just what's left when all the rest is washed away I've been keeping treasures here for you to find Songs and letters, things I used to think Take that $20 in my bedside drawer and let me buy you one last drink