Our Lady in Brushstrokes
Dec 29, 2022
painter of lace and aprons,
of lemons and geese
index finger curled at the edge of her smirk
arrogant aura, part Crawford, part Davis
face parked at the intersection of Amusement and Surprise
pulled out of the South by her own bootstraps
and not without a family’s lashing
kept house like The Ritz
gave leftovers to squirrels
six decades of marriage twice left her a widow
mother once and stepmother twice
Mother Teresa she was not
but she knew where she wanted to be
and figured out how to get there
on terms all her own
brava
Our Lady
brava for that
