[to my Grandmother, Lucy W. Young in jeweled memory...]
it's made of mother of pearl she
may have said one afternoon
regarding a ring on her hand.
to me it seemed
as if the words she said then
were mother of pearl
and in more instances than one.
she made words glow
when she said them
I don't know if it was the music in her
that did this. but all my life
it comes to me the same way:
some words are mother of pearl,
some are the milky jade.
some have wings like silver birds
and fly away.
mary angela douglas 2 march 2015
