Your Mother is always with You
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember.
She’s the flowers that you pick, of the perfume that she wore.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
She’s in your laughter, crystalized in every tear,
She’s the place you came 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,
nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time … Not space … Not even death!
2019 artwork ©Isadora DeLaVega
Poem Excerpt: “Your Mother is always with you!” © TXu2-148-410
By: Deborah R Culver (Deborah R Force-Shy-Gerlach-Culver) is a poet, writer and lyricist with many other poems. Her works in progress include an autobiography with the same name as the poem, “Your Mother Is Always With You”, and novels.. Connect with Deborah R Culver debbydolly111@gmail.com
By: Deborah R Culver (Deborah R Force-Shy-Gerlach-Culver) is a poet, writer and lyricist with many other poems. Her works in progress include an autobiography with the same name as the poem, “Your Mother Is Always With You”, and novels.. Connect with Deborah R Culver debbydolly111@gmail.com
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Dear The Bardo Group Beguines,
Your page: https://thebezine.com/portfolio/your-mother-is-always-with-you/
Shows my copyrighted poem with an inaccurate copyright to a different author 2019©Isadora DeLaVega
I am writing you correct the authorship of my poem you have shown on your website.
Here is my poem, the original copyrighted version and the authorship is not Author Unknown.
Your Mother is always with you! © TXu2-148-410
By: 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.
She is Christmas morning.
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.
I wrote this poem and shared it on my Facebook page. My friends shared it and my name was removed from the poem and it was labeled Unknown Author. I didn’t realize this had happened until years later. I had Facebook deactivate my page because it was hacked and had forgotten I had shared my poem on it, until last year.
I was reading my poem on my computer when I thought, everything stays in cyberspace, perhaps I can find the post. I Goggled the title “Your Mother Is Always With You” and was shocked to see the love of my Mother in poem had gone viral, and was listed as Author Unknown!
I had Facebook re-activate my account and along with original posting history and original handwritten poem submitted my work to be copywritten. If you could please change the authorship on your website, I would greatly appreciate it. I am working with a lawyer to get my royalties from those who are using my poem for profit, selling everything from artwork to T-Shirts and funeral homes are using it as an entire theme for bereavement of a Mom’s passing.
I love that my poem is helping so many in grieving the loss of their Mom’s. Bereavement groups are using them and even those whose Mother is still living – love the poem as they are just missing her and living far away from their Mom.
I was also amazed to find that English classes are studying my poem!!! I hated technical English class. I didn’t want anyone telling me how to write, as I thought it would affect my writing and what I wanted to say. I barely passed the class in school and feel particularly vindicated.
I have been in touch with many other websites as well as Suzanne Sommers and her staff who have changed their posting to reflect my authorship. And in some cases, people have slightly altered the poem from the original and although I like their changes, I prefer the original.
My four brothers and I lost our Mother on Christmas Eve Day, 1985. Her name Joann L. Force and she died at the age of 45 after a grueling battle with breast cancer. It took me many years to resolve the love, grief and pain which culminated in the poem I wrote for her.
The line, she is Christmas morning is a double reference. Her death at Christmas was most painful but doubly because it was her favorite holiday and both my parents made the holiday extra special. Christmas Eve was all about God and Jesus, a celebration of His birthday with a cake and reading of the Christmas scriptures. Christmas morning was gift giving and of course when we were little we believed in Santa, but knew what Christmas was really about.
I think it wonderful for my Mother to have gotten her wish to see Jesus at Christmas! It was just hard for us left behind to lose her.
I am a poet, writer and lyricist with many other poems, works in progress of my autobiography with the same name as the poem, “Your Mother Is Always With You”, and novels.
Please contact me as I would truly appreciate it if you could remedy the mistake made with my poem. Of course, I am greatly honored that my poem is on your site.
Sincerely,
Deborah R Culver
debbydolly111@gmail.com
Aka Deborah R Force-Shy-Gerlach-Culver
http://www.numberonemusic.com/RoughInnocence
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I’m so sorry to learn of this, Deborah, and pleased that you contacted us. I’ll put a note on the post and also contact the lady who shared it with us. It’s a lovely work. This is not a commercial site.
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