I can feel the warmth of the sun penetrating through me as I walk at the beach.
My feet sink and lift, sink and lift,
As I gaze into the undying beauty of the sparkling turquoise sea.
I hear an echo from afar.
What can it be?
I lift my gaze but to see a true beauty of a sight.
Mother and child.
Two bodies, one soul.
The baby clutching his mother is like a butterfly clutching the rose.
God has granted her one of his most beautiful of creations.
A sweet child, an angel in disguise.
Both cold and tired
Yet they are determined to survive.
Struggling for each other.
Each for the happiness of his other part.
The bond holding them together is one of the greatest and oldest.
It is love.
Yes, it is love.
The feeling overlifts me.
I have witnessed the real love.
Not a mirage nor a reverie.
But love in one of its volatile forms.
I quickly run back to my own mother.
I look at her and realize how valuable she is to me.
I embrace her and get enfolded in her warm arms
And say: "I love you, Mama,
I love you..."