ALICE MADONNA

She is pink

And the baby in her arms

shares the pinkness

of her aura.

She is a mother

first and foremost.

A Madonna of a survivor

Her home,

her friend’s life lost,

Her husband rising 

from the ashes --

Propane had proven
fatal.

Oxygen, by all accounts,
her Elixir

as it passed from hers 

unto her child’s breath.

Her daughter poised
at her breast,
she celebrates renewed hope.

Her husband by her side,

her sons waiting at home --

Her life, at once, complete

and whole again.