Kelly Sauvage Angel

One day
My mother
Will call out for me.
Perhaps on her deathbed, she will
Open her heart, open her eyes in order to see
The woman her daughter's become, which is, without a man, all she was taught she could not.
In those final moments, will she, at long last, be proud or will my independence pale
Against a backdrop of diamonds and yellowed bruises?
Yet, sadly, I know the answer.
It's just never been
Nor will be
The one