Children do not discriminate

On my home today
sat a little cutie in his pram
his glorious smile made his little chubby face glow
the object of his attention...
an old Chinese lady
dressed in a long, over sized black coat
hunched in a sitting position, she looked a tad overweight for her age
her hair seemed to have lost its original colour-black
in its place sat a mass of white silvery hair
i could have sworn her hair shone under the intense blaze of the sun
she had an old red scarf draped across her tender little frame
it looked worse for wear, managing albeit hardly to hang onto the blend of cotton and wool the material was made from
the large coat she wore looked a century older than the lady looked
the bags under her eyes were moist and so big, it was a life of its own
the wrinkles adorning her face was immense, Olay's anti-aging cream couldn't have made a significant difference
her fingers as you would imagine were thin, sore and gangrenous
but little baby chubby face didn't seem at all phased by the woman before him
he looked at her adoringly
smiled and flirted with her
he touched her face, her eyes and her hair
he made little baby noises
and she made little baby noises with him too
in his eyes, she was a beautiful, wonderful woman who made him smile like he had no care in the world
and that...
that was all that mattered to him.