Angela Maria
Angela Maria, you were named so -
(no angel or Madonna in my mind) -
just simple flowing names I liked from long ago.
Your first name, Angela, so often was confused
(by even those who knew us), with my own name, Andrea.
I hoped that their similitude might bind us,
like my blood, which was a part of you.
Your second name, Maria, that “most beautiful sound”
I’d heard inside a pretty song one night.
“Say it loud and there’s music playing. . .
Say it soft and it’s almost like praying.”
Those lines stayed with me since my childhood.
Daughter, friend from heaven, from my womb
you came, and then you grew, . .
and now you have made room
for Christ to be your guide.
With joy and with pride I’ve watched you bloom
from a child of innocence into a wiser youth,
and now a woman taking on the role
of loving wife and mother,
and finally. . .
You really are an “Angel,’
a daughter of the Lord that speaks with truth.
For Constance's contest:
"Even a Name Can Be Poetry"
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