Madre

by Elvira

Gone.
your eyes, words
haunt.
You                                          left                               no wealth but
stories                                                                         when life was hard,
always                                     dreaming                    of the Promise ―
Never                                      fulfilled                        by human hands
but                               filled                            by HE who
sent                             you.
And, your legacy?                                                                   not pearls
nod diamonds
only your actions,                    paralleling
the Good Book ―                                                        and all the
others who
forge
the Golden Rule
not looks
not money,                                          though they come
handy —
but                                                       a Soul Engraved
with the Righteousness:
that All                                                are                               equal to a
Blind Man …
and,
hopefully to
Me.

May, 2012

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