Gotta love the snow.....right?!

"Mason, let's just take the steps," she said.
Mason was eagerly making his way up the
slippery, snowy hill to their house.
She was afraid he may slip and fall over backwards.
Mason ignored what his mother said. He was bound and
determined to make it up the snowy slope.
His mother was close behind following him up the hill
when all of the sudden she lost her footing.
She toppled over into the snow face-first.
The softness and freezing temperatures of the snow
overwhelmed her body as she pushed herself back up
into a standing position.
Mason looked back at his mother with a scared look
on his face.
"Mama, you alright?" he said.
"Yes," said his mother. She looked around, embarrassed,to see if
any of the neighbors had seen her bust her ass.
None in sight. She felt relieved.
"Now, give me your hand and let's just go up the steps."
"No," said Mason as he whirled around, set on finishing
his mountain climbing mission.
As he climbed the hill, he kept repeatedly saying:
"Gotta be careful, gotta be careful, gotta be careful..."
This made his mother smile.
Mason made it up the hill and was now waiting on his mother
to meet him up on the sidewalk.
She made it up the steps and then tried luring him up onto the
porch and out of the cold.
Her coat was covered in snow and she was getting colder by the
minute.
"Come on Mason, Mama is cold," she said.
After he finishes lollygagging in the snow, he makes it up onto
the porch.
She puts the key in the door and turns the lock.
The warm breeze from the heater greets their faces.
Mason walks into the entry way and....BAM.
His feet come out from under him and he lands on his
back.
He begins crying hysterically.
She sweeps him and up and gives him hugs and kisses,
and she holds him on her lap on the couch.
"Where does it hurt sweetheart?" she said.
"My butt, my butt!" he says.
She can't help but laugh.
He had inherited his mother's bad luck and clumsiness.

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.

What happens in Vegas...

She is about to experience what sin is all about.
That's right, she's Vegas bound
Anxious and excited not knowing what to expect.
Casinos, bright billboards and
a nightlife that never ends.
A city buzzing with action, never stopping to blink
She hopes to keep up with this crazy scene.
Maybe she'll get lucky and take home a few million.
Or go out and shake her booty until the sun's a'shinin'.
She doesn't know what will happen or what to expect
However, one thing is for certain...
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

The thief in the blue sweatsuit

As she approaches the store,
A man comes bolting out the entrance door.
He's tall and wears a dark blue sweatsuit with
yellow stripes accenting the sides.
A baseball cap atop his head casts a shadow over his eyes.
He is carrying a huge television box in his hands
He is running towards her when she sees a lady
chasing after him yelling "Thief, thief!"
The man almost plows her over as he
makes his way to his red, souped up get-a-way car.
Not quite comprehending what's going on....
"Did he just steal that tv!?" she wonders.
She is struck in awe.
She talks to the lady at the entrance door.
"He ran right past me with a 27 inch Magnavox TV!"
Wow, she thought, he had some balls!
She could've tripped him or pulled out her mase
and saved the day.
But instead she was so dumbfounded by what was
going on, she did nothing.

The all-american boy....

Blonde hair, blue eyes, irresistible smile.
He is a toddler no longer,
but a young boy curious about the world
that surrounds him.
He knows his ABC's and how to count to ten.
He even pees in the potty every now and again.
Silly sentences flow out of his mouth....
"Mama, you handsome!" he says.
He can be shy and hide behind his mama's leg,
or ornery and rambunctious with a devious grin.
He likes to be independent and stubborn
"I can do it myself, Mama," he says.
She stares at him in amazement as each
day passes, for she has felt no love
as great as the one that she has for her son.