It’s my mom’s birthday today. I wrote her a poem last summer – she loved it. I thought I could do better. Of course I could draft it a thousand times and still find it’s incomplete, or somehow lacking, because let’s face it, my mom rocks. There’s no one I admire more or respect greater. So I made a revision, and I offer it here as a virtual gift to my mom, an angel on earth.
From humble beginnings and early loss
Angel Girl lives between Hyde Street
and Eastern Avenue
raised by godparents
with father’s help
and mother’s heavenly blessing
Mount St. Mary’s girl,
youthful exuberance, fun-loving.
I wish I had known you then.
Would we have been friends?
Angel Girl becomes Cape Cod college girl in love
dreams and plans in place,
Soldier boy fiancé writes home with trepidation
Wedding called off.
Angel Girl deflated.
Old neighborhood friend tends to
wounded angel heart –
“Marry me – I’ve always loved you”.
She always knew.
To the priest she seeks to change the date…
and the groom.
That’s Angel Girl – pure moxie!
Daughter number one arrives
Shirley Temple curls and sensitive demeanor –
Angel Girl’s sweet, little one.
Daughter number two follows;
Angel Girl’s doppelganger
with blonde hair, skinned knees,
and love of bugs and dirt.
Mother’s moxie, revisited.
Angel dad moves in.
Lives long enough
He can rest now.
His legacy lives in her life well-lived.
daughters make Angel Girl proud.
Angel Girl creates,
Forty three years later,
still madly in love.
Everything happens for a reason.
Fruits of life
grow and divide
Divine grace enters
Three wild and wooly grandsons
sprung from daughters’ wombs,
spread brilliant, lively wings
and transform my Angel Girl Mother
into their Angel Girl Gram.