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 , 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 .