Mother’s Day Poem

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