Big Love

She was a Waffle House Waitress

Everyone called her Big Love.

6’2, 240lbs, gold and red streaked braids.

Silver glitter painted on her long fake fingernails like talons,

that brought me burnt sausage, eggs, and coffee.

There was never a moment a smile

could not be seen on her aging face.

4 kids, 2 ex-husbands, no boyfriend.

Single mother, working for tips,

Busting her hump, being kind to strangers.

5:45AM, off the interstate, booth open,

Blinds pulled too.

6:30AM, blinds pulled up, she praises

Jesus for the start of another day, and tells

Me I should be happy.

They called her Big Love.