Your mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of leaves as you walk down the street,
She's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick, and perfume she wore.
She's the cool hand on your brow 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 Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She is crystallized in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow,
...and all the while, hoping and praying that you will only know the good feelings in life.
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.
She's the whisper of leaves as you walk down the street,
She's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick, and perfume she wore.
She's the cool hand on your brow 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 Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She is crystallized in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow,
...and all the while, hoping and praying that you will only know the good feelings in life.
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.
Someone sent this to me and I want to share it with you. There was no author listed.
In memory of my mother who passed away January, 1991.
Have a Happy Mother's Day!
Katherine
P.S. - We are on vacation this week (Marco Island, FL) so I may not be online very much.
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2 comments:
So true! I am blessed to have my dear little mother with me again this year. I never take that for granted! Happy Mother's Day to you, my friend. Have a wonderful time away. ~Adrienne~
A good poem! Yesterday, at church, they show a film of a daughter writing her mother a letter. The daughter was at different ages: 5,8,teen, young mother, and older(like me). When they got to the last one, the daughter was writing to her mother who had gone home. That is when I began to cry. I have a picture of Mama in the front of my bible and I touched it and told her how I missed her.
Have a good vacation.
Mama Bear
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