Angela
Feared by all to be dead
when a burning coal hit her forehead
struck by a boot that felt like lead
bleeding profusely smiling she said
not their fault if deranged is their head
by love she was healed and led
from her necessity she clothed and fed
gave dowry to couples to be wed
for animals much compassion she had
when the dog was struggling so bad
from a bone in the throat and no med
her bare hand took it out and how glad
Muffy's joy in his motions could be read
sheepdog feasting around her shepherd
like sunset lowering herself in bed
smiling her closed eyes said:
she is dead.
Unstoppable her love even dead
as I drowned in my guilt she said:
"Franca what are you saying? I'm grateful to you
and for you I will pray."
Her voice more beautiful than morning bell
the splendor of her love no words can tell.
She was my mom and it’s all true what I said
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