Your Mother

Amanda Simon


She used to wait up all night for you. Her chin resting in the grease that remained stained into her hands, her eyes peering at the asphalt instead of the starlit sky. All night she would wait for you, just to make sure you were safe; to make sure you were home. In the morning, she would get up and make you breakfast even though the birds weren’t even awake yet. In the silence, she would sizzle bacon, your favorite, and yawn.

A mother's love
is always awake
Even at dawn.