Joycelyn Freeland

Your Mother is Always With You

Author: Deborah R. Culver

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, the fragrance of life itself.

She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s 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.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s the place you come from, your first home.
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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