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)
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013
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