Elna Nel


A Father's Lines (5) - Poem by Elna Nel

and I am an old
sailor now being
salted by the seas
for you my ship
to berth, waiting
for the flute of
your voice to let
the crusts from
my skins fall
and skin my heart
my son that is now
raw with regret


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2012



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