Mother

I was in too much of a trance to call her name I did not know innocence had feet until she came Her movements were impeccable as if life was a game Blinded by peace she knows no hurt or disdain The Sun rises to be a witness As it sets it prays to remember glimpses Glimpses of a living light where words have zero relevance Birds cease flight just to be in her presence Trees bow down in order to beg for acceptance She is life when all was nonexistent Nurturing earth to be as beautiful as she I’m amazed that she gave birth to me Her words are the lost songs of sweet liberty Her goodness extends farther than the seven seas Grace and class had no name until she came to be To be the face of honey to a bee To be the undocumented portrait of Picasso’s hand Better yet, to be the example of God’s perfection of what it means to be a woman To be the lady that made loving a work of art To be a phenomena while still possessing simply a human heart With unprecedented humility she grants me the audacity to say that my mother is a goddess times infinity