Your mother is always with you…

She’s the whisper of the leaves

as you walk down the street.

She’s the smell of bleach in

your freshly laundered socks.

She’s the cool hand on your

brow when you’re not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.

She’s crystallized

in every tear drop…

She’s the place you came from,

your first home.. She’s the map you

follow with every step that you take.

She’s your first love and your first heartbreak….

and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space…

Not even death….

will ever separate you

from your mother…

You carry her inside of you….