Sizzles With Electricity Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Reflecting on the idea the power of our thought de-
termines which people appear in our lives and how
they behave once they are there, at school there was
a lovely English teacher who treated us with respect,
my better half and kids are rather sweet while all my
colleagues are quite a treat

Big brother is courteous & kind, our French teachers
are passionate about their subject, my domestic is a
life-saving heroine - but my twin sis and I live in an
uneasy peace, poised over the chasm of discord, my
mother brings excitement, chaos and danger in her
wake - the phenomenon is explained

By these words: ‘The experience we have with others
is about what we evoke from them' I still evoke mixed
emotion from twin sis and mom - friction dating from
early youth has never been solved; sister sees attack in
every remark, mom plans to improve the world, in her
religion we are the lost horde

I believe in integrity while mom thinks only one creed,
her own, is the salvation of man; the air sizzles with
electricity when they are around - I probably need
mom and sis to keep my life interesting!


14 February 2013