My Mother as Pandora

I imagine the vaccine sliding into my mother’s veins

Golden liquid made of hope 

Filling the arms that will hold me again 

With luscious, liquescent love.

Disease leaving before it comes,

Greed decreasing, crimes never committed

As worry leaves and alleviates,

Envy and pain dissipating before they hold deep.

Gold is a noble metal

My mother is auriferous

She alone holds the box within her heart

That will make me whole again.