I Cannot Save You From Yourself Poem by Gert Strydom

I cannot save you from yourself,
from your father who died,
from your mother
who likes to quarrel with you
from every man that has broken your heart

but I can be there for you
when you need me,
try and bring tranquillity
after we visited your mother
listen and try to understand
about the things that worry you

and hugging and kissing
I do fairly well
and she looked at me
quite carefully
as if I had spoken pure truths.


(In answer to Sally-Ann Murray/Reference: Analysis by Sally-Ann Murray.)