4AM
Every morning I wake up at 4am, sometimes I just lay, eyes wide open...sometimes tears pay a visit...sometimes I wish someone would whisper, "I got you, I got u, Ill hold you up", as I allow the tears to stream down my face, and my body releases it weight to rest in their arms...the daily load so heavy, coupled with a few years baggage, sometimes I lay it down only to pick it up again, when will the cycle end...I ponder...sometimes I simply wish not to feel...and sometimes I just wish to go home... its 4am
TRUE STORY
About someone I've had the pleasure of meeting on a few occasions. Her name is Sarah but I call her
MOMA. I cant say I've been in her company for hours on end, or if we've met more than ten times, or if we've even conversed for an extended period of time. But what I can say is the times that I remember have been refreshing, exhilarating and down right amazing! you see this lady has a grace about her that is captivating. She excites me and gives me hope, that one day I can be as energetic, and full of life and love as she exhibits and gives. Her words are seasoned, special and thought felt. In some ways she reminds me of my own mom. They give that love and knowledge only moms know how to give. She may not know this or probably even remember my name, but that's ok because she left an imprint on my heart anyway. Im grateful to know her and will cherish the fond memories to come. This is a true story about a woman named Sarah but I call her MOMA...