And the band played waltzing Matilda....?a small love story by Jude kyrie

First. You have to know me.
I am not wild or adventurous.
I read, and go to small get togethers.
so grounded so conservative.
A girl from new New England.
A schoolteacher.

Not like him at all
Not like the tall strong rugby playing
adventure seeking
Australian man
with the wild Aussie accent.

Every other word
right mate
or no worries love..
But for some reason that
I shall never understand.
He liked me
and would not take no for an answer.

He could pick me up like a feather
Lifting me over his head
Your  a bit of alright darlin
.he would say.
Or crikey love you are a cracker..
Whatever that meant

I got used to him being around.
He made me laugh.
He always cheered me up
Why I married
him I will never know.

I worried about his giant
Frame towering over me..
But. I should not have.
He was the sweetest kindest man
I have ever known.
He treated me like gold.
Always So gentle so loving.
He made me so happy.

I thought giants lived forever.
But they don't.
They are just as frail
as us small people.
When he became sick.
He made little off it.

Crikey,
I will shake it of in a fortnight.
No worries love.
Give us a kiss.
But I did worry.
...I knew ...I knew

Finally at the end he said
I got a last request honey.
Honey ..his only American word.
I kissed him.
Anything anything my love.

Spread my ashes on Australian soil
It don't matter much.where.
Just  Anywhere.
but have them sing
waltzing matilda for me love.
When I lost him
I took him back to OZ.

There was a huge
Australian football match
With half. Of Sydney there.
As a hundred thousand people
 sang his beloved 
waltzing matilda.

I Let his ashes loose and free
into
the wide open Australian sky.
Where I knew he was happiest.

And I whispered
Goodbye my sweet
Australian gentle giant.