Your Mother Is Always With You
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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 , and 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 .