Drift Away [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

These wonderful young kids have technique but
lack adult vocal chords to resonate with a wide,
perfect, rounded sound - oh, its wonderful they
can already master it in their youth and enchant
the world with the sweet sound they produce

Christmas grinds on at my computer refuge as
I listen to Maria Callas and Amira singing songs
bringing tears to my eyes & wonder to my heart,
we've yet to prepare green beans & fillet on the
braai but I escape to the divine which reminds

Of the magic of pure forgiveness & reconciliation
between man and man, nation and culture, races
meeting each other and forging more than just a
truce, a real new beginning as the fine symbol of
Bethlehem reminds us that the ideal of peace is

As old as mankind itself; my joy in these dreams
is rekindled - and I gently drift away into eternity…

[25 December 2014]