O Momma ... this morning I saw a little white puppy in the back yard next door.
It was bouncing and scampering and running this way and that.
You would love it.
I don't know if this is a visitor ... perhaps belongs to houseguests ... or would this be a new addition to the family next door.
I can hope (perhaps) the latter.
O Momma how I miss you
O Momma
O Lord
Charles Delacroix
Sunday in the Octave of Easter
Divine Mercy Sunday
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