Dark hair

She made your hair form the night.
There is a part of the world that is cursed in light because she saw it fit that on your head it should sit. The night.
The sensual love creating hours, when man and woman both live in dreams.
So long and flowing making shapes of the ocean.
As a child I would fear the dark, but this dark has tugged at my heart.
True, I don't know were this will lead, but when that sun begins to set and the darkness takes of over. I wish to braid my fingers in it my lover.
Then comes that feeling that keeps lingering.
I hold it at bay tell the break of day, but when the sun begins to dip it comes back like a sickness.
Her Hair was made from the night, but it is I who will hold her tell the morning light.

Ma

My chair rested against the wall exactly 8 feet from the TV.
She can't walk by without saying a word to me.
That's a mother, she need to be heard.
However on this day I have something to say.
"Mom I have to move...."
She sits down and processes what she heard, it's time to let go of her first little bird.
Time for her child to live his destiny. She can't always be there standing next to me.

"Go...but if you go don't comeback, and don't you ever look back"
Her words may have been simple, but the subtext could write volumes of literature.

This mother, my mother, like all mothers possesses a strength that you truly never understand.
It is true what they say it's a Woman who makes a Man.
She always knew should would have to let us go, but when even she didn't know.
A father will teach you right and wrong, but it's a mother who is there holding on.
A father will push you to be the best, and a mother will remind you that you are not like the rest.
A father will always have your back, but our Mother's are the once who help us on our path.
There is a reason our first word is Ma.
She is the one that makes you feel like you belong.