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........
Comments
Real love resides in the heart forever. What a nice way of putting love in writing like this....
You are blessed with a writer's hands, my dear!
Thank you my adorable Kitty
I really appreciate
Another wonderful blog from you.
thanks Reneesh, for reading
Very good story.
Thanks my brother,
yes I m sure I will, May God Bless her soul Mish, mothers love is eternal...
thank you for reading
Enjoy the company so far as she is with you, then there will remain the eternal memories. This is my personal experience...........now I have the haunted memories. Haunted! But they do not fightened me, except put the salty liquid in my eyes, which doesn't pinch, but lighten my heart.
Thanks for sharing your feelings.
Dear Eve,
God bless your mom dear, and May Allah protect her always
Eva, you are one of my best friend here whom always encouraging me, inspire me to keep up my work
learn a lot from you, Eva....thank you
Dear Pearly,
thanks a billion, I learnt a lot from you and all bloggers here, and you know I admire your English so much...