When You Falter [rev.*] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I wish I could talk and receive a reply; from
one, it’s follow rules, no bad news or lengthy
discussion of books and events, and from my
Bro, it’s freedom to send poems but without
any riposte, the reply is polished lines with-
out comment, queries or explanation

I’ve no-one in whom to confide, no-one to
help me sort out life or deal with feelings;
my wish to help beloved people is thwarted;
spiritualists say love everyone in objective,
universal ways and I do, without attached
condition or prejudiced discrimination

So why’s no-one special accepting my gift
of trusting affection, why disappear as if
you’re discouraged; I love your voices so
tell me what’s bothering you, of your fears
or confusion with life please, because I’m
listening with affection

For a poet whose words sing in ways never
met before, for mother who is moving away;
let my words lift despair and depression, do
not hide in solitude - loneliness is never an
antidote to suffering as analysing feelings
often reveals new solutions, and an

Escape from anxiety, isolation and hidden
sorrows; mom, let me be there when you
falter in following the ethical ought-to in-
stead of your own palpable emotions…

[Rev.* Final Revision]