In Her Eyes...

his first cry,

her first love,

when he held her fingers for the first time—so tight, "he's a strong boy, my baby's going to be a handful" she remembered saying through the tears that chocked her. She remembered looking at him, taking in everything—that pink, babbling baby.

and if you looked, but you had to look close enough, you could see the most powerful love the world had ever seen,

a mother's love.

she was 17, she was broke, she was homeless and she was weak.

but none of that mattered right then, in her heart burnt a thousand supernovas; love that couldn't be torn apart by all the ill will in all the countries, in all the worlds, in all of the universe.

she did not know what she would do with her life.

she had none but one to call her own—her son.

but that did not matter neither did anything else.

she would make sure her baby would grow up to be a better man than all the men who never stood by her side.

and all this you could see if you looked into her eyes,

but you had to look close enough.