Black Angel

She is my angel my comfort my support my guide She sits on a golden curb Her cheeks held by two delicate hands A light radiates her from behind making her holy wings, glow, and shine Her wings stretch wide, free, and light Helping to express her voluptuous figure, She has round hips, full, chocolate rose lips, and a bust that holds the nature of motherhood She is my angel my happiness my joy my pride Her smooth blackberry legs dangle in the breeze Golden rings, circle her wrists, humming the angels song as they hit Fingernails of peach, defining her uniqueness, Her hair pulled into an afro puff, showing she never forget who she was, as a women, a black women She is my angel my elegance my beauty my charm Thin cotton white fabric drapes over her The arches of her flawlessness covered, exaggerating her purity She moves with grace to the melody of a child’s laughter, Sparkling white teeth show themselves as she smiles, loving life and all that she gives to it She is my angel my strength my wisdom my courage Her eyes bright, calm, and focused Watching life, as it passes so quickly below, Her heart does’t not cry for the broken, Her soul does not give way to desires, Her mind does not worry about tomorrow, because she holds hope as strong as her prayers, and as thick as Jesus’ beard She is my angel My great grandmother Dagmar My mother My aunts The women who love children The women who inspire The women of faith She is, my black angel