Sweet Home Alabama

I went to see my grandmother again, as you all may know she lives in the great state of Alabama, I love the journey to the place that sweetens my soul. The Flea markets are phenomenal, but it seems to bother me. As I went to the flea markets with my grandfather I realized and it became sad to me that it wasn’t just fun filled day of shopping for antiques. Some people well most of them was shopping for survival. They were frantic of all sorts. Getting the last bit of food for the farmers market. Clothing that was eighty years old they would snag like it was no tomorrow, don’t get me wrong I love the clothes but I had no game in this… they fought. and won. It didn’t bother me a bit. I just smiled as my heart would ache. As I walked on a mother caught my eye. I was walking right past her. She was holding an infant seat the kind you carry when there is a little tot that was only born a few months prior, yes I did get very excited, wondering what this baby looked like and how cute it was… as she walked past I gently turned my head and to my surprise it wasn’t a baby at all, it was two years of age maybe a little older. spoiled at my actions, how in the name of God does that baby fit in that tiny little seat? I realized that this world is more than I know. As I left I turned to my popee and said this sad so very sad. But they did not look sad, they did not ponder. My soul was aching it hurt so much and I realized I was so very blessed. I am not the riches folk in the pot I have had some life changes. But I still get taken care of. I guess I am trying to say is that I have never fought for food. and it hurts to think someone out there is fighting. I wrap this up I got into the car and silently said a prayer to take the hold of depression away. and in my mind one day the ones that believe in our God will stand with me and live in heaven for eternity. I cannot wait for our home sweet home.