[Debate] Brutus poem, for mother (new), 28/5/09
pbond at mail.ngo.za
Wed May 27 15:00:51 BST 2009
"The mills of God" my mother used to say
"grind exceedingly slow, but
they grind exceeding fine".
It was her way to claim
vindication for acts of injustice
when the scales of circumstance changed.
So here I sit, heaped in ash and sackcloth
an old man with many guilts
and little compensation -
it is then, my dear, remembering you.
your grace irradiates my mind
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