3 Years ago 1-21-2005

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.­.­.­.­