mending lucille
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A little girl’s devastating loss, a grieving time and
someone with a healing touch – a loving touch.
A someone who reaches out to the little girl and,
little by little, mends the child, just as she
mends her favourite doll, Lucille.
J. R.Poulter
& SarahDavis
J. R. Pou
lter & Sarah
Davis
J.R.Poulter
& SarahDavis
A Lothian Children’s Book
Published in Australia and New Zealand in 2008by Hachette Livre Australia Pty LtdLevel 17, 207 Kent Street, Sydney NSW 2000Website: www.hachettechildrens.com.au
Text copyright © J. R. Poulter 2008Illustrations copyright © Sarah Davis 2008
This book is copyright. Apart from any fair dealing for the purposes of private study, research, criticism or review permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be stored or reproduced by any process without prior written permission. Enquiries should be made to the publisher.
National Library of AustraliaCataloguing-in-Publication data:
Poulter, Jennifer, 1949-Mending Lucille. ISBN 9780734410337 (hbk.)
For primary school age. Grief--Juvenile fi ction. I. Davis, SarahII. Title.
A823.4
Designed by Pigs Might Fly ProductionsPrepress by Hell Colour AustraliaPrinted in XXXXXXX by XXXXXXX
J. R. Poulter was born in Sydney, educated at Southport, did an Arts degree and library qualifi cations,
worked in the State Library, as a book reviewer for Queensland Education, a research assistant and
associate lecturer at University of Queensland and, currently, as academic editor assisting international
postgraduates. Under J.R.McRae, she writes and illustrates poetry, reviews books, music and fi lm.
J.R. has published 8 other books, fi ction and teacher resources and stories and lives with
her family and pets in Queensland.
Sarah Davis was born in England in 1971. She moved to New Zealand when she was six and spent
most of her childhood wearing gumboots and falling into rivers. She has an Honours degree in
English literature from Canterbury University and a Diploma of Teaching from the Christchurch
College of Education. Sarah taught English, Art and Art History in secondary schools for several years
before deciding that being an illustrator would let her get covered in paint more often. She now
lives and works in Sydney with her mathematician partner and three children.
Mending Lucille is her fi rst picture book.
In memory of Judy with the red hair,
who lost her mother as a young girl. J.P.
For my family. S.D.
and roaring
It was my Mummy ... going.
A raging
and rolling in the sky like a storm …
I watch till the
big grey bird disappears.
Sometimes I still wake to
the sound and cry,
hoping she will come.
But she doesn’t.
All I have is Lucille, and Lucille is broken.
I asked Daddy to
fix Lucille.
He tried, but it
was no good.
I asked Daddy,
‘When will Mummy
come back?
She knows how to
mend Lucille.’
Daddy didn’t answer.
One day, Lucille and
I found a grey bird
under the rosebush.
It was hurt.
I asked Daddy
if I’d hurt the
grey bird.
He said, ‘It’s not
your fault,’
and looked out
the window a
long time.
Dad took it to the Noskis next door.
They put it in a cage. Mrs Noski used to look
after me sometimes, till her hip got bad.
Once we stopped at
a place where a girl said
Lucille was a dirty old doll.
I wouldn’t let Lucille go.
I cried.
When Daddy had to go back to work,
he took me and Lucille on the truck too.
I saw a lot of places I hadn’t seen before.
When I was lonely I hugged Lucille very tight.
Daddy didn’t talk about it anymore, but I hid
Lucille in the bunk behind the driver’s seat.Daddy said maybe it was time I
threw her out and got a nice new doll.
The waitress talked to me and
gave me icecream ‘on the house’.
We went there often after that.
I even showed her Lucille.
She asked could she have
her for company one time
while we ate our tea.
I told Daddy I liked Chrissie.
She’s the waitress.
Daddy said he did too.
One night we went to a
new place for tea.
I liked it.
When we were ready to go
she gave me back Lucille and she was
mended.
That was ages ago.
Then Chrissie made me a pretty dress
and a matching one for Lucille.
Chrissie had a pretty dress on too,
and lots of little flowers in her hair,
We walked behind her down a long carpet
to where Daddy was.and a white bird with
long tail feathers.
I stayed at the Noskis and we let
the grey bird out of the cage.
It was all better.
Chrissie and dad went away that weekend.
Chrissie lives with us now.
I looked up and Chrissie was there.
She picked Lucille up off the floor
and cuddled us to sleep.
I woke crying.
I couldn’t find Lucille.
I called ‘Mummy!’
Last night
there was a
roaring and
rolling in the air.
I thought of the plane and how
Mummy was gone.
I told Chrissie. We both cried.
This morning there were two grey
birds on the clothesline.
I love Chrissie.
She mended Lucille
just like Mummy.
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