Her Angel

She walks among the dirt of world,
Dark skies lit by the moon.
But from her steps a stream of gold
Across the void is strewn.

Her heart is light, no matter what,
She flies just like a dove
On wings so bright, glow undistraught -
Her name is Mother's Love.

This drawing was a birthday present for my mom, and as such holds a special meaning to me. It might not be as detailed as my usual pictures, but I wanted to try a looser, more painterly approach, concentrating detail around the angel's face (which looks better at full size, I swear!).

I used photoreference for the girl, but typically enough lost the link to the picture. T.T