My Mom II

Her curious largesse bloomed, self-contained.
She epitomized generosity.
Her compassion poured like summer rain.

Sometimes she’d pontificate and deign
To bestow the clarity of her charity
Yet often oddly seemed held back, constrained.

She seemed married to the phone again and again
Advised co-workers, neighbors, family.
My sister and I were left out in the rain.

Shrewd, she was sharp in her domain.
She could motivate God to part the sea
With a persuasion no one could contain.

And she was tough. Rarely did she complain
About her husband’s hostile jealousy
That built then burst with dank, dampening rain.

The best of her refused to be restrained;
Fought to walk her walk in her light and be free.
Her curious largesse bloomed self-contained.
Her compassion poured like summer rain.