You were born
To a storm of a woman
With wonderful timing
There a war in her mind
(The flesh fights like
Jupiter rising:
Thunder and lightning)
You were born
To a rose colored woman
With roots in the desert
Who at one time could not differentiate
Between terror and pleasure,
She had tragedy treasured
You were born in the winter
Yet you brought warmth to her
Like a summer
You were born to a sorrowful sinner
And you made her a mother
