My Changeling Child [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A dark strange December, suffocating without
joie de vivre & menacing, in the end I couldn't
communicate, no replies to friends messages,
no talking to Birgitt, my nephew, no replies to
Heike or Ronel, no action & I didn't know why;
today I think if anything it must have been

Because of Carine, my little changeling child,
her birth mother died - then also a beloved;
Carine's heart-broken, her spirit weak so I'm
carrying a torch just for her - from now she'll
be the first in my prayers, the golden light of
love shining out to her all the time

All guardian angels alerted - even though so
many engaged in rallying against the terrorist
attacks - there are angels spared just for my
changeling child who saw death far too often:
mother, grandmother, husband - mother-in-
law - miscarriage of her child, too much pain

For my changeling child, all I can do is pray,
meditate and tackle a backlog of messages;
supplicate to see Carine grow warm inside
again, visualise her life changing to victory
over adversity - my guilt is I couldn't help her
when she and I were too young -

Today I try, I now know why my changeling
child is so very precious to me: I need her
to need me to help her, else my life will have
been in vain - there's just one thing yet to be
done: give her all the love in my lonely heart,
help her find her way back to the sun…

[12 January 2015]

[Revised 23 January 2015]