For My Mother

Driving at night over the back

Roads, you used

To sing old songs.

My favorite was

“Down in the Valley”—

Melancholy tune

Whose refrain went:

“Angels in heaven

Know I love you.”

You were soon

To die and me

Still a child, sitting so

Close beside you,

Yet mishearing

That line as if it

Paused in the middle

While the singer

Considered

A celestial offer

And then declined:

As if it meant

“Angels in heaven?

No, I love you.”

Such a choice

Impressed me,

And even then made sense.