Many passed her, in the teaming market place, not looking twice.

Only a few glanced at her to ponder her remarkable youth; her

Tranquility; her innocent, large, coffee-colored eyes.

Her hip carried a sweet, chubby baby boy.  His coffee-colored

Eyes observed the chaotic world as he gripped his mother’s blue veil,

Revealing all mysteries begin with a Son and His Mother.






Inspired to finally put this in words by Bad Mommy Moments



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