December 21, 2013

Mother

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, the flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brows when you're not feeling well. 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, the colors of a rainbow. She is the sunrise in the morning.

Your mother lives inside your laughter and she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came 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!

From Sun Gazing

 
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