For My Angel Mother

To dissect the heart of a mother

is to find particles of grace.

As the chest is opened up

angel wings unfurl like gentle lace.

Tough and tender are the muscles

that build a mother’s love,

as her veins carry in

the most benevolent of blood.

The heart of a mother

is not built with gates.

Each ventricle’s a home

with infinite space.

Pulsating purity, community, belief-

Mom’s arteries bleed out the sweetest of relief.

Her service strengthens and her listening heals;

there’s nothing quite like how a Mother’s love feels.