Poem for mothers

          I made this poem for my mother... 

TO ME SHE SING

In this hour of pure sunlight
My heart is breaking
An angel came to being
She healed me, to me she sing.

From the cold wind of twilight
An empty soul is chasing
An angel came to being
She filled me, tome she sing.

Once in a midnight gloomy,
I pondered weak and weary
An angel came to being
She kissed me, to me she sing.

Out of night, to silver dawn
In white my angel's coming
Oh! She is here! She is here!
My mother, to me she sing.


                               -ire’09