She looks like a burning angel
in flames with beauty
nurtured by the moon
And costumed by stars.
She walks like a spirit commissioned by God himself
Designed by a deity other than God
I guess;
stunning, charming and breathless.
I saw her with a child
Her child
In the midst of brethren;
Humane, motherly dressed and care-free.
She stood like a shieldmaiden
with her child in her arm
tearless like a dove.
All her beauty she put aside
just for her child
Her look disclosed;
A journey less cherished by her folks
Love of a steadfast mum.
