“The Angel in the Cobweb”
My mother; such a patient soul in ways;
an uncomplaining vigil does she keep.
From nursing home, she spends her later days
yet longing to escape and be with me.
My life and work is in another state.
Our separation makes it more than tough:
she counts our visits when we may embrace
and cheerful is her face though she’s a bluff.
Her final visit to my home, sublime
for her, she sleeps upon my ‘princess bed’
and said she hoped to visit other times
‘the room with lacy pillows and the spread’.
My mom received her wings; left earthly gloom
and from the guilty heart my grief would flow
until appeared in corner of that room
a message in a space with transient glow!
The beauty of an angel thus appears.
She flies within the spider’s web it seems.
Assures me love comes from another sphere
where hope and true forgiveness always beams.