Mother

I design a paper mother.
I craft her paper clothes;
Stitch the thread-work of her destiny
Into the silver walls.

The bells around her lining
Ring similar and stark.
She is pinned along my mantle;
She illuminates my hearth.

She is amethyst and sequins,
Velvet envelopes her hands
Her throat is sage and lavender,
Her hair is aubergine and sand.

Her mouth is made of roses
Blooming words as smooth as pearls.
They shape multi-dimensional secrets
About her paper world.

I wish I could condense my corners
To crepe paper, linen, and glue.
Then I would seal my paper self
And transcend my atmosphere too.