Angie Who
Angie Brooks who was ironically born
in the month of May gave birth to four
is as gentle as the stroke of a newborn
who from the start would grow
into a exquisite wife, mother, and friend
Angie who I refer to as mom
has roots and is as strong as titanium
and an accent as sharp as nails screeching a chalk board
from the ‘Motherland’ as which she refers to home
Angie who emigrated
to subsist in an enhanced environment
her cooking more appetizing than dessert itself
who travels from place to place
to experience memories Kodak could not even capture
who comes home to allocate those memories
onto paper which then transforms into an album then albums
whose adulation is lifted to God
every morning for granting her serenity
is always “Too blessed to be stressed”
has proud gray and white strands of old age
because she knows we won’t kill her
before her time is going to come
is so many thing a poem can not cover alone
but experience to understand it better
who is this Angie Brooks people speak of
someone once heard of with all these ambitions
has died and ascended back to earth
knocked on my door as mommy to me