Dutch Boy

Dutch Boy

A Poem by Nautili

I am a twenty-first century Dutch boy.
My feeble finger stuck in the dike’s leak.
I want to stop the pain in your soul.
But incessant pressure mounts up, 
and more leaks spout.

I am a twenty-first century Mother.
I want to fix it, but I can’t.
I try in my feeble ways, but I can’t.
So I do what I can do.
I pray. Incessantly, I pray.

© 2018 Nautili


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Nautili
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