Angela

What is it about my mother?
It's the heaven in her hello
The way nature compliments her.

I wish I could keep my mothers voice in a jar
And let it out
Whenever I forget what God sounds like.

The sunlight bounces off of her skin
And the moon gets jealous,
Because of the way her heart works

Your glow compliments the day
And you mouth,
Man your mouth makes the cloud insecure

Who else can change a leopards spot?
Who else can turn a devil into an angel?
Who else can make a king out of bastards?
Who else can make a kitchen smell like the Lord is coming for dinner?

Your presence reminds me of all things beautiful
Expensive art in galleries,
Colour of nature,
My Lord and saviour

I have seen you crucified by men's eyes,
But you will still be the sunrise of a nation at war,
You remind me that there are many things to live for
I need you more now than ever, MOM

Zamoe*