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She smiled,

She put the orchid moon to the place it used to...

She was stroking the gravestone with incomparable softness and matchless tenderness,

and I was looking  at love from where I stood....

This morning is the umpteenth time I enjoy an amazing scenery, witnessing the love that is not separated by distance and time, the stretch off in determining a size, like watching a scene in the romantic drama.

This time, She came as usual in the same time and the same flower on her hand, 

She is not young but not yet old, her homely face looks like the always smile, She must be happy in her life.

I saw her sitting near the grave, she put the orchid moon on her lap, and She started to talk,................ sometimes I saw her thin smile, sometimes her face turned into a serious mood, but mostly I saw a thin smile on her shaded and earthy face....sometimes I could know that she was reciting prayers from her face that pleading earnestly.

and then......She smiled, She put the orchid moon to the place it used to...She was stroking the gravestone with incomparable softness and matchless tenderness, and I was looking  at love from where I stood.....

a strange atmosphere took me to followed her step every morning, try to find the answer of hundred questions on my mind,

I kept wondering why she was so persevering and never missed doing her ritual morning, I kept wondering why she kept nurturing a love that can not longer be comforted in her real life

why she talked to the grave in that way, why the orchid moon and many why"s that I wanted to find the answer ....

and again this morning....She smiled, She put the orchid moon to the place it used to...She was stroking the gravestone with incomparable softness and matchless tenderness, and I was looking  at love from where I stood.....

this time, our eyes met...

and from her eyes I got all the answers, Her shaded eyes replied all the questions without words....

She took me to feel the love, she taught me that love  not always about soft touch on your skin, not always tight hugs and intoxicating kisses, not always holding hands and being together.......

Love is about giving you a strength to continue life while a part of your heart left 

Love is about accepting the sad and happiness, in the same way, no more no less

Now I realize, why she has a very strong heart and tender love for us, why she never complain and always put the smile on her face no matter how hard life hit her

Her love leads her every day, and the orchid moon is the symbol of her love............

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Today as usual,.......

She is smiling, She put the orchid moon to the place it used to...She is stroking the gravestone with incomparable softness and matchless tenderness, and I am not looking  at love from where I stand.....

 but on her side, reciting prayers between the gravestone and orchid moon,

with my beloved mom........