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2014 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Chairperson’s School Award

Edwards Property Mentorship Award

Ipswich Theme Awards

Chair’s Encouragement Awards

Rosewood Green Award – Open Age Local Poets

Dementia, the Demon with a Sneeze by Ingrid Mason (First Prize)

Happiness by Kenneth Weaver (Second Prize)

A Survey of Community Fireworks by Scott Thouard (Third Prize)

The Backyard Brothers by Marcus Richardson (Highly Commended)

Flat-headed Catfish by Brett Dionysius (Highly Commended)

My Mother Sewed for Me by Wendy Davies (Highly Commended)

My mother sewed for me,
Together we would shop for materials
at Gardams, McWhirters down the Valley,
the Queens Street Myers Centre when it was
Alan and Starkes, and of course David Jones.

Years before
we moved to Brisbane, we would pore
over little swatches of material stuck in huge catalogues
that came twice a year across the seas
to New Guinea from a Sydney Department Store.

We would look at the swatches,
touch them, and feel the quality,
Then order by the yard after much deliberation
and decision making.
Order by mail, then wait impatiently.

for the precious materials to travel
On slow boat from Sydney to Lae
And up dusty dirt roads
through the mountains
to the Bulolo valley we called home.

There anxious hands would tear through
packaging to feel and see if swatches
matched the material of our dreams.
Then my mother would start to sew.
She was so clever, my mother.

Self taught and confident
She could conjure up like magic, different
three dimensional creations from material
chosen months before as little square swatches
stuck in a catalogue from David Jones.

Oh how I loved to wear those pretty dresses
I didn’t realise then
they were designer clothes
made to measure with so much love
from pictures in a catalogue.

Drafted and fitted and pinned to match
Material with body shape.
There was nothing she couldn’t do.
From debutante to wedding gown,
Cossies, Fancy Dress costumes,

school uniforms and party dresses
all chosen from pictures in a book.
“Oh look Mum, look!
could you make me this?”
Of course she could.

She loved to dress me in the fashions of the time
Until her hands could not do
What her heart desired.
As arthritis marched her painfully
away from her creativity.

There was one dress – a pretty little creation in blue.
Copied from a stunner at a fashion parade
I had been to see,
of an Australian designer – Prue
Acton from the “Swinging Sixties.”

It was complicated, short,
and very desirable.
I wore and wore it everywhere.
It always made me feel like a princess
whenever I slipped it over my slim shoulders.

Some years later my mother said. . 
“Remember that blue dress? It was so pretty.
As a memento of all the many dresses
Made by your mother over so many years,
Will you keep it as a memory of me?”

“Too late!” I answered softly.
I had already cut it up to dress a nativity Mary.
for my children’s Christmas. I saw her face fall
Had I such little respect for all
She had done for me?

I felt her sorrow, for it matched my own.
And yet, each Christmas as I unpack
Mary and Joseph from their box,
I touch the soft blue organza of Mary’s gown
and remember with joy the amazing love

stitched into the clothes I wore
That my mother sewed for me
her only daughter,
and feel again her warmth and love
and she is close beside me once more.

Joy Chambers & Reg Grundy Award – Open Age Other Poetry

Metro Hotel Ipswich International Award – Open Age Bush Poetry

Ipswich City Council Award – 16-17 Years

Queensland Times Award- 14-15 Years

Broderick Family Award – 11-13 Years

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years