Robes flow like liquid cascading down a mountain
Intertwined between mother and son
In Michelangelo’s brilliant eyes
He is convincingly real
Mother’s profound grief masterfully composed
Trial on her face
Shocked saddened strong
Poised psychic powers
Captured in a statue’s release from
marble’s tomb
Sculpture alive noble with a soul
Spirit’s agony chiseled for eternity
She is everyone’s mother
He is everyone’s son
It is hard to watch
a statue cry