She Is With the Angels
Angels live in heaven, so I heard them say,
in the pristine celestial beauty they glow
as the sparkling stars in the far away milky way,
but I know they often descend on earth.
If you ask me how do I know, I would say,
I have seen the radiance of my mother’s heart
as bright as the celestial shine of a star,
its patina of love nurtured me like flower, lest I wither.
In times of turmoil when the family was adrift,
she toiled hard to grow our roots in an alien pasture.
To my deprived uncertain life she gave a gift, a nest,
from where I spread my wings on the sky of future.
I flew high under the cover of her protective wings,
the wild winds couldn’t blow away the soaring aspirations.
In her shadow I live with her undying love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I am today.
She has left me for her new home a long time ago,
when in dismal night I see the north star glisten
to guide me to my final destination, I then know,
she is the star, shining now in heaven with the angels.
July 3, 2020
Contest : In Loving Memory
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
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