Falling Down Is Rising After All Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[to my Mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas]

falling down is rising after all
you said to yourself when you were small
and the staircase was too high

and if you swing into the sky
on any day in Spring from the outside swing
will the angels bring the flowers

down to you
seeing you've come this far, at least
on your own?

falling down is rising.
getting up again is singing
bunching the flowers in your hands

so fervently
your Mother has to smile.

mary angela douglas 16 january 2016