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