angels are in her music I said
but that was after they
called her dead
angels are putting her soul to rights
and she sends me violets every night
and wayward valentines
and she prays for me
though out of sight
and sends me cream candies
and fanciful poems she has written herself.
oh mama I sighed
for the beautiful light
the beautiful light that comes and goes
my mother's love
my mother's love
mary angela douglas 7 january 2023
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