Your Mother is always with you. She is the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She is the smell of certain foods that you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore. She is the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She is your breath in the air on a cold winter's 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, and she is crystallized in every tear drop. A Mother shows every emotion, happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. 

She is the place you came from, your first home, and she is the map that you follow with every step you take. She is your first love, your first friend.  And nothing on earth can separate you.  Not time, not space, not even death.

Mom, I miss you.

N.

4-03-02

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