My Mom the Subway
My mom is like a New York Subway.
She runs chaotically through the house, making sure everything is in it's place.
She starts her day when the sun is not yet visible and the moon is still shining.
She rushes to wake me up on time, so that I am ready for the day.
She has a schedule that works perfectly, she has timed everything just right so that she has enough time with the family before she heads to a full day of work and even when she is tired, dragging her feet into the house.
Like a New York Subway we all file into her bedroom where she is resting.
Anytime I talk to her, her face lights up into so many colors.
My mom, surprisingly never gets thrown of her track, she's always there for me.
