Morning of a mother

Rush, Rush, Rush
She whips around the house
Struggling to get ready
She doesn't want to be late for class
He eats his toast and watches Cars
"Want more chocolate milk," he says.
She grabs his cup and heads to the fridge
She pours him a half glass of chocolate milk
and gives it to him
She sprints upstairs and brushes her teeth
Heads back down to find chocolate milk sloshed
all over the tile floor
"Mason!" she said with a sigh.
"Accident," he said.
She runs to the kitchen and grabs a towel
Quickly wiping it up, for they are both school bound.
She puts his coat on for him and they get out the door
He wants to walk down every step by himself
"No Mama, don't need your help."
"Mason, mama is in a hurry, let's go please."
They make it miracously down the steps and out to the car.
Beads of sweat form on her forehead, what a workout!
She drops him off and heads to class
Driving MacVicar Street like a bat out of hell.
She makes it to class 10 minutes late...
Ah well, it's the typical morning of a mother.

I wonder...

She looks elegant,
standing onstage in a fiery red evening gown.
Her short blond hair swept back
She now resembles a woman
And not the ditzy country girl
people once knew
As she sings, an emotional story unfolds
She wonders if her mother, who was never there, ever thinks of her.

"I think about how it aint fair
That you weren't there to braid my hair
Like mothers do
You weren't around to cheer me on
Help me dress for my high school prom
Like mothers do
Did you think I didn't need you here
To hold my hand
To dry my tears
Did you even miss me through the years at all"

Her performance is so moving that she can barely
finish the song without tears streaming down her face.
She chokes out the last verse:
"I'm in Tennesse!"
The audience roars with cheers
jumping to their feet for a well deserved
standing ovation.
She finds herself viewing the performance
with tears streaming down her cheeks
It was as if the singer reached thru the television
and yanked on her heartstrings.
She thinks, "Noone should ever have to go through that."
A powerful performance, that neither the singer nor the viewer
will ever forget.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z95fC8NKWos

Slice of life....

Tall, colorful trees line the sidewalks on Washburn University's campus
The Carole Chapel gleams among these trees
With its' carefully crafted peaks and stainglass windows
An archituctural beauty tucked away near the heart of campus
Shadows from the trees play on the sturdy stone walls
Swaying left and right,trickling leaves here and there
Brillant shades of orange and red leaves fill the courtyard
They scatter across campus sidewalks in a whirling motion
meeting the next person's shoe with a crisp "crunch"
Black iron gates surrounding the church seem to
protect it from any unwanted intruders.
A piviotal place, sometimes forgotten in the mix.