2011/03/12 Her Happiness Poem by Margaret Alice

Mom is supposedly, ostensibly, staying with twin sis
and dad on a farm in Mussina, happily installed with
air-con; mom used to complain grandma Alice pushed
her out of her own house, but since grandma passed

Mom never showed a desire to stay home, she waves
at us as she drifts past; now in Louis Trichardt, then
visiting her lady pastor friend in Gauteng, moving
along, by bus or by car, never sitting stil

I am delighted, say what you will, she lives her dreams
though she blamed all mistakes on grandma Alice, she
set out to prove herself wrong; sometime or another she
will get her own message – grandma helped her

To live her dreams, set her free to roam the earth, live
with her friends, home will always be only a pit stop on
her eternal travels to reach eternity; I prefer her as she
is – travelling, dreaming, living on cloud nine

Even though I know her fantasies and imaginings can be
dangerous, as long as I steer clear of her visions and just
cheer her on from the sidelines, nobody need ever fear
for her happiness and safety and THAT

Is the best gift she can ever offer me!