Your Mother

Your Mother is always with you.
She’s the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick and
perfume that she wore.
She’s the cool hand on your brow
when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air
on a cold winter’s day.
She is the sound of the rain
that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s crystallized in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion…
happiness, sadness, fear,
jealousy, love, hate, anger,
helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow…
and all the while, hoping and praying
you will only know the good feelings in life.
She’s the place you came from,
your first home, and she’s the map
you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love; your first friend,
even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space…not even death!

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