Across my father’s bare chest,
In a loving embrace slung.
Like the Leleki baskets’ blest
How while so pregnant swung.
Extract from My grandfather's bilum by Jeffrey Febi
p&g has a bilum in the house and come to think of it - we probably all do. Like the one described in this poem.
Read the full text here http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=456695.
A bilum is a type of woven bag in Papua New Guinea (PNG) and Australia (known as a dillybag).
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