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!