A Portrait

~A Portrait ~ A mother feels that her life resembles to an unpretentious painting hanging on the wall in her residency, it projects nothing except emptiness,stagnant,old, no ocean with the seagulls flying on top humming happy sounds to express how much they love their liberty. That portrait is dark lifeless when she is far from her children, the sun doesn't like to wake up, there are no tourists walking on that beach,even the waves are stuck they do not have the energy to move and splash on the shore. The crabs don't come out to breath from underground as it feels lifeless,the moon changes its course not to be seen in there and is not ready to shed any lights to avoid this obscurity,even the fish are sleeping dizzy without food due to their sadness with all their surroundings, nothing is alive, and knows she is stuck for a while with this painting having to look as is and accept it. Until she lands and sees her children holding a bouquet of roses, then the painting starts breathing, everything awakes,sleeping or dead come to life, the waves splash on the shore,the seagulls fly and the melody is beautiful, the sun peeps looking so happy and clear,the crabs start popping up crawl with pride,the tourists stride with huge smiles,lovers holding hands, kissing love is happiness, later the fish cant stop swimming from one place to the other searching for their breakfast, later on the rainbow appears as a surprise the sun will leave and the moon will take its place to shine from above on everybody in that portrait,now she could start looking at it because its alive it becomes the most beautiful portrait. She was one of the most beautiful women when she turned 32 after 11 years of marriage with 2 children young boys she would walk in the streets with them everybody would turn and double look at her. In that portrait she is wearing one of her black & white Chanel suit holding a champagne glass in her hand standing on the sand an everlasting peaceful look, sometimes she wears her hair up with pearls to hold them firmly, the white and black earrings from Chanel, always has make up with such elegance, she has a small nose everybody admires and envies her,she has green eyes beautiful, very sexy lips as she knows how to dress up her lips a brown contour and a light pink lipstick,her body is gorgeous tall & slim now she's admiring her living portrait. She sees beauty and sharing only with her children when she feels young & has a wide image of describing this same painting which is hanging on her wall. When she goes back home she becomes blind only by looking at it with no tomorrow except her sitting on the couch watching TV or writing poetry. Most of the time shedding tears of fear and loneliness. But when she leaves home to join the outside world, everybody thinks she's doing great, looking good with her make up, after all those years of being separated she knows how to camouflage her pain in the presence of strangers. All what she asks for, is listen to her sons voices whispering her name. Voices,through a wire for years. Today,I am that woman of 76 years old. Therese Bacha 5/7/2013 Win No (7)