Blessed Mother

Queen Mother,

I didn't know you,
but I ran to you,
in the big chapel with the incense that drifts to my office.
Did they not see you?
You were so real,
so real,
that I dropped my books,
little papers and prayer cards spilling everywhere.
I dropped them and
I ran to you.
Like I hadn't seen you,
in years,
when you had been right there.
Queen Mother,
do you look down on me now?
You stood with your arms out,
not impassive,
wrapped me in your embrace.
Queen Mother,
I did not know you,
but I knew.
I know.
That you love me.