A Father's Lines (6) Poem by Elna Nel
A Father's Lines (6)
my son when forgiveness
like a feather flutters
round your darkest anger
when it is hard to understand
and it feels like the flames
of hatred is out of control
listen to the faint whistle
of fluttering hope in my heart
that my steps on the red dunes
of past mistakes would protect
you to somehow hear with
a stronger ear the sound
of oil running down
the shoulders of your son
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