Thursday, March 18, 2010

My Mother.

Glossy sun kissed brown hair
Pulled into a neat ponytail.
With a raggedy, faded grape colored sweatshirt
And socks up to her ankles.
Sitting in a green chair with her second cup of coffee; late start.
Rushing, rushing all the time.
Quiet, always focused.
On what?
Something different every time.
Never on time, always on point.
Looks like my brother.
Talks like her sister.
Dresses like her sister.
Acts like me
Exactly like me.