Your Mother is always with you. Shes the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, shes the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself, shes the cool hand on your brow when youre not feeling well, shes your breath in the air on a cold winters 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. And shes crystallized in every tear drop. Shes the place you came from, your first home, and shes the map you follow with every step you take. Shes your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space . . . . . . . . . not even death!
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 21:31:42 +0000
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