You painted no Madonnas

On chapel walls in Rome

But, with a touch diviner

Upon the walls of home

You wrote no lofty poems

The world pronounces art

But, with a noble genius

You put poems in my heart

You carved no shapeless marble

ato symmetry divine

But, with a finer sculpture

You shaped this soul of mine

Had I the gift of Raphael

Or Michael Angelo

Ah, what a rare Madonna

My mother's life would show