I love how you collected figurines
protected in glass shelves
displayed in elegance
right next to children’s toys.
McDonalds Happy Meal Figures
of the Peanuts gang or Spider-Man
alongside expensive lead crystals
delicate sparkling swans
on tiny hexagonal mirrors.
The expensive Matador bought in Spain
next to the porcelain figurine
of a shy looking girl
which was a present for me from Father.
I brought her home with me after your funeral.
Thank you for taking care of her.
All of those things were precious in your eyes.
Your collection of sugar spoons
and souvenir keychains from each
US state that dad visited on his business trips.
Framed butterflies that you caught by hand
swirled seashells, precious stones and geodes
you taught me to love crystals and nature.
You loved tiny and cute things
glistening jeweled pins and plastic toys
saved side by side in your curio cabinet.
I wish I had placed the rainbow quartz heart
in your smooth, ice polished hands
when I cried over your casket.
I wanted to Mama but I was afraid
that they wouldn’t let me.
E-moh (aunt) sobbed hard and asked,
“Sister, why are your hands so cold?”
I hugged her and later gave her
an old photo of you with all of your sisters.
Your beauty and grace radiate in those pictures.
I should’ve completed the rose quartz necklace
that I wanted to make for you
it would have perfectly matched your pink suit.
My sister placed a diamond peacock pin
on your label but I knew that she was allowed to
because she wasn’t the black sheep like me.
I shouldn’t have cared how they reacted
or how they prevented me from loving you
as I could only do
because there is no other me
and there is no other you
and no one else can understand
our relationship but us.
I love you Mama.