The angel took a wingless form,
With her halo round her heart;
The angel held my life in her palms,
Crafting from my shapelessness since the start...
I saw the angel at diligent work
To sustain my own joy and comfort,
And I saw the angel discover her joy in this very work.
The angel taught me the art of Self-sacrifice,
In the name of Love.
I felt the angel press her lips
Against my undeserving skin,
Radiating warmth, offering a haven; protection.
The angel showed me the beauty of having strength for others,
In the name of Love.
I heard the angel whisper a prayer
For the sake of my success,
And I knew the angel felt her own achievement
Through my success;
So, the angel imparted unto me the power of Faith;
The power of Love...
The angel reached for my empty hands,
But filled my soul instead.
The angel looked into my weary eyes,
Yet, right through my soul she stared.
The angel became my hero forever,
Embedded in her simplicity,
And I gave this angel an identity-
I called my angel
Mother.
Copyright © 2009 by Mariella Rivas
