Dad's laughing blue eyes
merriment, mischief within
Mom's blue eyes on him.
My writing is me.
"We grew up, but ... haven’t quit playing together."
"...nothing that could save her, so sister kept raising the baby Mama "gave" her."
"I sewed love into every stitch...filling it with hope... and positivity."
Kodi & Clara
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