Bab3t

Bab3t in the Quarter, gold in her grin, Creole fire, love oozing, her skin. A table, a vat, steam rises high, She ladles out the warmth, no need to ask why. Paper bowls, handed out, hunger deep, She feeds the lost, the city sleeps. A laugh like brass, rich and wild, The gumbo is thick, always spicy, never mild. No banners, no praise, just love served hot, A pot full of kindness in a world that forgot.-JBR Bab3t arrives to you on a 20 x 20" Stretched Canvas .75" Frame Thickness Wire Hanger set White Edge Design Shipping and Handling Included