Beautiful angel

Her skin darkened by the sun

Hair always under a scarf

You should see her children

I imagine their source was stunning

She gave it all up for them

She had to change their narrative

It meant exile from the familiar

It meant painting the canvas of her children’s

Destiny with colors of achievement

She taught them to reach for the sky

And they did

She did not get the appreciation she deserved

In the gentle embrace of eternity’s light,

She danced away, a whisper in the night.

She smiles at the fruits of her labor.

Her linage knows no lack in the symphony of abundance

She planted the seed

Now we reap the sweet fruits

Her presence blooms like a timeless flower

Always in our hearts.

now an angel