Poem For Mama

Mama there was an angel,

And her face was just like yours,

And every time she said my name she said it just like you.

She was veiled and her coral thoughts were often hidden ,never lost, like yours.

Her voice was seafoam at midnight. Her eyes, like yours, were brown.

Sometimes her face was really not there to see

And her voice too soft to hear, the moon behind the night, the moon behind the earth.

Angels come and go, I thought. 

But you, Mama, were there. 

Now I remember,

When first that face like yours appeared

When first that voice was hear

You were the one who dissapeared 

You were not there. 

But now you, Mama, are here.