Limpopo

When I talk about the smell of sweat

I am talking about you not me

and you did not know I was going

to write this about you, all

those years ago.

 

For as a young boy I was

a witness to your endeavours

and struggles for a voice

who came with Tat-ta

The man we never saw.

 

I wish we had never lived there

that there had been nothing to see

at all but your smile on a postcard

from South down by the river

known as Limpopo.

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2018

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