Three Tears
We sisters three
like the musketeers
tears anyway;
bonded by a childhood
that should never have occurred.
no-one heard the splash
as I was pushed overboard
except my father....
he does not deserve that title.
48 years later
I am certainly making that splash
heard now.
The healing for we three
has been a long time coming
quicker for my sisters than me
but better late than never.
Elizabeth alexander 31/1/2016
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