My Mother is always with me….
She’s the whisper of the leaves
as I walk down the street;
She’s the smell of bleach
in my freshly laundered socks;
She’s the cool hand
on my brow when I’m not well;
She’s crystallized in my every tear drop
and she lives inside my laughter;
She’s the place I came from
my first home and
she’s the map I follow
with every step I take;
She’s my first love
and my first heartbreak,
and nothing on earth can separate me from her….
Not time, not space… not even death!
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED…