I'm not the most beautiful woman,
yet I knew one.
Everything about her was so beautiful.
I could never get enough of her.
Her face, her hair, her voice.
Damn it. the sound of her laugh.
One day, I saw her lying there,
right before my eyes.
Her body was stiff.
And cold.
Her eyes were perfectly closed.
And cold.
Her eyes were perfectly closed.
There wasn't even a single smile on her face,
like it used to.
But that didn't make her less beautiful.
Somehow, it was like a sign of peace.
Like she was in peace.
Well, I know she is.
I guess that's the perks of being with God.
It brings you peace.
Therefore, you're so missed, Mom.
-TNV-
