To celebrate love, I painted roses.
Soft as whisper and gentle as breeze.
To celebrate us, I painted a heart.
Deep as and ocean and large as sky.
To celebrate miracle, I painted a smile
And wrote underneath:
From me to you.
This was a moment when I still hoped my mom would recover. I was so full of hope. The miracle did not happen. Yet, this small poem will always remind me that we hope even in hopeless moments and we keep going even when it feels impossible.
Roses that last for years and lifetime are the painted ones.
I sometimes feel sorry that things can exist longer than we.
Nothing says better what I feel than my art. I am glad that time heals all wounds.
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