My Mother Is a Poem

My mother is a poem.
She is beautiful and she is inspired.
Her depths, not just stormy seas but chthonic, deeper than the resting places of ancestors and the keepers of the seeds and her heights
are beyond mere clouds
pierce the heavens with princess spindle
that is a lance that is also a lamplighter
so she can light the stars.
She is a myth based on a story
told against the cold
and the truth of that fiction astounds me
to my very bones. — Annette Marie Smith