Four Minutes to Find Mom

     I only enjoy driving into the  arrival terminal when my mother comes to down.  I find myself stuck in the middle lane as a traffic jam encases me.  I roll my window down to hear the hustle and bustle of laughter, police whistles and car horns.  Suitcases of all shapes and colors sit tolerently on the curb as their owners await their rides.  What's in those suitcases? Clothes? Souvenirss? Perhaps nothing except one ticket to a new beginning.  A woman flicks her cigarette as she impatiently awaits a cab.  Four luggage bags by her side.  Taking a much needed vacation maybe? That's alot of luggage.  I hope heartache isn't along for the ride.
       Strangers put forth their necks and glare into the sunlight in hopes that the next car to turn the corner will be someone they love.  Children release the hands of their mothers and  hurdle themselves into their dads arms- with one bag, dressed in camoflauge... coming home.  I can hear the skycabs shouting "Four minutes, you have four minutes to drive through the terminal. If you do not see your loved one, please circle around".  Travelers wave frantically making sure they aren't missed.  Some are.  They drop their waving arms in disappointment and wait for them to come back around.  Do any of them not come back around?
     
      I don't have much time left before I have to circle around this place again.  A skycab approaches my truck and asks me how many people will I picking up.  I said "just one".  He said " do you see them?"
 
      I said...

    No, but I look like her. I have her laugh and I have her smile-except her smile is like that one star that illuminates the heavens. The one that everyone wishes upon.  My hair curls slightly like hers and we both have freckles.  Sometimes I sound like her, walk like her and write like her.   I write my O's and my  N's like her.  She is left handed but is always right- so she jokes.  She stains her lips a dark red and wears a gold ring on her pinky finger.  He said " I'm sorry but I can't help you".

    I said, she is something beautiful.... and I see her, with her little red suitcase.  Waving with her hands that look like her mothers and a smile that looks like mine.  He said, " ah, now I see"

She makes cupcakes in ice cream cones.  :)