The Most Beautiful Woman

Thursday, September 22, 2016

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.

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-

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