Frank Kelly is aged 47 and the sixth child of Cecelia Kelly, a direct descendant of Kongodoo the traditional custodian of the Coastal Nyul Nyul (Beagle Bay).

Born in Port Hedland he has lived most of his life there. The second son after four girls, he was the youngest until the birth of a brother when Frank was ten.
He lived with his mother and step-father and was close to his brother who was two years older. Sadly that brother died in 2010 as the result of suicide. Like many of aboriginal descent Frank has spent some time in prison. Has two daughters, from different relationships.
He has a passion for writing and cooking and suffers from anxiety and depression.

 

Poetry:

1.

Rest in peace old boy you were a part of our family’s lives for over forty years.
And along the way we had our ups and downs and over loved ones we have shed tears.
You were my stepfather and most importantly you were my little brother’s dad.
And at the end of the day the closest thing that I have come to having a real dad.
You might not know it but you helped me to be the man that I have become.
Now you are free of pain and going to be with your loving partner our beautiful mum.
You are now back by her side where we all know you have longed to be.
Please say hello to mum and our rip brother and give them both a kiss for me.
Soon we will be taking you back to the town that you loved the best.
To reunite you and mum again so you can finally enjoy your eternal rest.

 

2.

Deep down inside she just knew that something wasn’t quite right.
But never did she think that she would lose her partner that night.
Never again would he be holding her or their children lovingly and tight.
For his life was taken by just one punch by some idiot looking for a fight.
There really was no lower that the coward or the perpetrator could sink.
All he wanted to do was look tough in front of his mates on the drink.
He went out that night with nothing else but fighting going through his mind.
And he smiled before he casually walked up and hit his victim from behind.
He didn’t even render assistance to his victim laying convulsing on the ground.
And didn’t spare a thought for his family waiting for him to come home safe and sound.
To him looking big or macho in front of his mate’s is all that mattered.
And yet in that split second so many lives were now left forever shattered.
Because his victim’s family would not get to see their loved one anymore.
While he has to live with himself and think about it behind his prison cell door.