My mother and my wife

This is a poem that draws you to its understanding at the end of it.

Miracles-miracles-miracles-
Come in joyful toned angles;
Springing perhaps to true desire
To her that in me withers all ire
And gives my heart's dreams extra spangles.

Mother's fluctuating delirium lies not afar
On foundations proving true to par
Planted in humility, love and under wisdom's unbrella
That in my living, comes like the phantom of the opera
To reveal the futures broadening bazaar.

For she is the greatest gift of my life
And alas, her gift piping from my melodious fife,
Is my happiness and success in life forever;
However, the greatest gift to her was of my father,
Who told me to GIVE the same gift of love to her and my wife.