My Godmother Mary is an amazing woman,
her heart is golden, her bones ivory.
Her home is a sanctuary where darkness has no room.
When she embraces me I know the meaning of heaven on earth.
She is spiritual and earthly and downright an angel on earth.
Mary collects feelings, weaving them into soft spots.
Her ear is ready to listen far into the night.
When I am with her there is no other place I would rather be,
she captivates my imagination and makes me laugh.
She talks with lightness and depth in a way few can do.
Seldom does anyone leave her home empty-handed.
I leave with a car full not of things but of inspiration, and a spirit that soars.
A gift of many faucets.
If I could spend a million years with her I would never know boredom,
and I am not exaggerating. She is just too good to be true.
Honestly, every inch of my Godmother's house has a touch of Marie-Antoinette, Betty-Boop, and Martha Stewart stuck to it.
I went into her closet and just screamed! She had rows of vintage prom dresses, and hats to match. Talk about bling-bling.
So out of the ordinary.
Certainly, the day she was born
earth was a better place, heaven touched the ground and sang.
My Godmother shares abundantly, she doesn't know the word selfish, she puts everyone on a throne.
I haven't had tea in the same cup twice.
Mary finds her treasures at yard sales.
She told me she cannot leave anything behind, especially if it is chipped or cracked.
I believe Mary knows that being broken is being made whole.
One of Mary's creations.
Mary's beauty stems from caring for others.
She has a knack for unfolding people's pain and giving them a bundle of courage to carry on.
Mary has a healing touch, a graciousness that makes me want to be a better person.
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This is the first time I have come home and haven't seen my Godmother as she has not been feeling well.
She didn't have the energy for a visit, even talking on the phone exhausted her. I pray she heals steadily and with ease.
I missed not being able to see her.
xxx
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