(after Elisabeth Eybers)
I find no quenching for my thirst
and bound you are to me
where I cannot find any water,
where I am feeding you from my breast,
your dad was a lord proud, bold and fierce
but the contempt of Sarah stays,
purposeless days do pass in the desert
where I cannot waste a drop of moisture,
you father found me in my fruitfulness
where I am desirable and do love him,
but it did lead to his first wife's scorn
and he did choose Sarah above the two of us,
did love her intimately and had fallen for her cunning
where I bring you up in hard hatred.
[Reference:"Hagar" by Elisabeth Eybers.]
© Gert Strydom
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