September 1, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment MAKING IT THROUGH My father turned away from me in the African way to show he was about to die with respect for the African he had grown to respect and admire the men and women who loved me like child in their arms when I was young and too fruitful for pure endeavour but amassing a dialogue with Kings and Queens of the desert times. I will not be able to make it through unless they ask me to and then I come. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...