On These Shores Poem by Margaret Alice Second

On These Shores
Life is deteriorating in nanoseconds as Scorpio decides my
infernal cheek visiting family in the Cape is the most selfish,
egotistic crime this crocodile has ever contemplated - for
hours berating me for daring to request a lift from the beach
and THEN, heaven help him, my twin sis The Duchess will
collect me to sleep over at her place - phoenix simply goes
viral and burns up himself to emerge unscathed while I, an
erstwhile-mermaid-turned-hag dissolves into a burnt ember
dead, dead inside, empty and blind, deaf, deaf and mute,
while my son, sun-burnt and cute, takes care of the braai
not saying a word in my defense at that would attract more
attack and he knows I can't stand any more, soon we'll be
out of the door as I wish to give my Little Prince some cash
so he can enjoy the night life on offer on these shores…