Not my Child by Lindsay Oliver

I am not a silent poet

Not my child

Laying limp in the sand

Face down in the sea

Not my child

Huddled unbreathing

In a cargo container

Not my child

Stranded alone

Dead on a beach

Not my child

The curl of his fingers

The curve of his cheek

Not my child

Hair soft as thistledown

On the nape of his neck

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