Flea Market Surprise

The women were busy pointing out features, making change. It was Saturday, and their flea market booth was crowded In the back I could see the prettiest thing in the booth He was about three years old, sitting in a little hammock Singing to himself, as his mom and aunt made a living. I admired their ingenuity, rigging him a little swing. His song was his own, but his intent was true. He was bringing joy and hope into the booth. I began coming back to this booth often, For a glimpse of this darling child.