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Mother’s Breath in a Golden Cup The green hands that had been quietly catching their breath in every sunny spot of the living room have flown into the center of my living room today, riding on the morning of Arbor Day. Inside the dazzling Royal Crown Derby, which has endured the ages, and the white porcelain bordered by gold, lie the honesty of the earth and the dignity of time, standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Is this the same heart with which Mother nurtured her? Longing flows like an underground water vein through each and every delicate leaf of the butterfly orchid, and Mother’s low voice seems to be gathered in droplets at the tips of the curved stems. The elegant sugar bowl now holds green life instead of sugar, and I sit before it, slowly savoring the most fragrant legacy Mother left me. Although the seasons pass, within this small pot, Mother remains by my side, still remaining as an undrying green.