Mama in the Sound of Spirit

Ma
Mom
Mamma
I hear you
calling my
Name

I am fine
I am sewing clouds now
and making blankets of rainbows
I am running through the woods
I always wanted to see

I ride elephants
and hear the music in the rain
I curl up under the wings of eagles
and ducks and the lumbering
joy of mountain bears.
I am right beside you
whispering your name
reminding you of
the love we learned to share

And your abuela
she is here too
we have mountains for couches
and trees with which
to stir the paints for brilliant skies

Do you remember my singing?
Open the windows during those
Southern storms and listen carefully
for the sweet harmony weaving itself
on a symphony
of torrential rains

Don't be afraid
of those gray skies
they're the curtains
of an awesome
performance for gods
and queens

Do not cry
sweet daughter
I am here
dancing on the waves
of an ocean of love for you
hearing your prayers
and offering you hope

stand up
child of sadness
and wipe your tears
and embrace your Mama
tu madre
tu Lucita
the light in your eyes
the idea in your head
the friend in your moments
of passion for making the world
a little happier
and its troubles soothed slowly
in the wealth of the goddess's
love and light.

@10/1998, Austin, Texas