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