Nothing To Talk About [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Nothing To Talk About [revised]



Whatever I read or hear in the news - none of it interests
you. Nothing to talk about. Your interest's in plans for the
house, or holidays in well-known places, it's nothing new,
no activities outside our home - viewing concerts or such -
and why we never got to see opening ceremonies of the
Olympics or Soccer World Cup

Everything must be funnelled through you - when I tried
to relate my theories to our son you chided me - it was
within your hearing - what I think or cherish disinterests
you; you were upset noticing I'd bought shoes without
your acquiescence & blessings - this is the price I pay
for love and kindness you're offering

And gladly I pay it because a job away from home in an
office with great colleagues offers stimulation - so in my
heart I keep dreams free while paying obeisance to your
demands; it does not matter, I can put my thoughts on
paper - your censoring everything prevents me verbally
expressing dangerous opinions…

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