Unshaken

Sitting in the restaurant, Mama thinks of her first journey: the move from the darkness inside to the light of the earth:
Eyes that view the rosiness in cheeks, the patterns of the t-shirt...
Ears that hear the pitch of human banter, a clatter of a fork against a plate...
And it is all good.
As her warm body snuggles into her Mama's in the corner of a booth, Mama thinks of Jesus' hands covering the small frame.
She prays for this connection to the divine: for now and forever.
She places the child in the stroller and walks out of the restaurant door: the light gives way to the darkness that cannot be extinguished because of Mama's gray coat that smothers the dawn.