My Mama

She is beautiful

Beyond words 

Her heart 

Like a wide open ocean

Farther than the eyes can see

Her eyes

Overflowing with kindness

Stronger than a cup of tea

Her ears
Sharpened to hear the signs
Of a drifting soul

Ever hearing

Always listening
Her Lips
In constant willowy whisper
With a prayer on bended knee

There's a place

There's a place
In the corner of my heart
That beats
To rhythm that's set apart.

There's a space
In the depths of my mind
That chooses
To forget things unkind.

There's a day
That will come
Regardless
Of how it is today,
Where the place and space
Must choose to sing as one
To show that things
Are worth the wait.