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Julius Chingono
FATHER
FATHER
FATHER
My father says“Sorry, my love”
in a four-cornered voice
hurled at me
like a brick.
My father’s pat is hard
as if his hand
were in a cast.
My father is like sugar
that has lost
its sweetness.
© 2005, Julius Chingono
Publisher: First published on PIW in a special Zimbabwean edition, 10th June 2008,
Publisher: First published on PIW in a special Zimbabwean edition, 10th June 2008,
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FATHER
My father says“Sorry, my love”
in a four-cornered voice
hurled at me
like a brick.
My father’s pat is hard
as if his hand
were in a cast.
My father is like sugar
that has lost
its sweetness.
FATHER
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