My Mother is Always With Me.....
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 am not well.
My mother lives inside
my laughter. She's crystallized
in every tear drop...
She's the place I came from,
my first home.. She's the map I
follow with every step that I take.
She's my first love and my first heart
break....and nothing on earth can separate us.
Not time, Not space...
Not even death....
will ever separate me
from my mother....
I carry her inside of me....
