A Delightful Gift [r] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

With no positive expectations for the weekend
I was feeling miserable - no swimming until my
wound has healed - swollen feet, headache, a
bloodshot eye and uncurbed anxiety, reaching
new depths of despair watching reruns of old
shows, America's Got Talent where jumping
up and down's considered a gift - just as I

Felt like sanity's lost my son walks in and I tell
him my pain in absurd melodrama, he laughed
it away and blithely diagnosed I had one foot in
the grave while stomping around in caricature
of my clumping about calling for help; he kindly
offered to accompany me to the dread license
office and joked about all these anxieties

When he went to bed happiness filled my heart,
- though more laughter is needed to complete
the healing process, my perspective started to
change bringing freedom from irrational fears
to go it alone to a strange place & I realised
my son is a delightful gift…