Publisher's Synopsis
My mother was a piece of Art
Glorious in all her splendorShe sparkled in the light
Yet the dark consumed her
She was not for the worldIn duration
But impact
Her passionate energy blazingShe passed it to me
As she passed me to my
Angelic protector.
In her beauty there was mysteryThe unspoken and hidden
The pain made apparent in a
Tableaux of despair
So much beauty in her creative displayMy mother became a living picture
A face I couldn't touch yet only admire from a distance
Like the ocean
Or the moon
If you got too closeIt may consume you too
So we all stood backIn wonder
And admired what we could not touchLike a priceless museum exhibit
My mother was a tragic masterpiece.
