Poems Of Beautiful Cole

(08/26/91 / lexington mo)

A Mother And Daughter Poem


This is so beautiful-whether your MOM is with you or not.

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 and perfume that 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.
And she's 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'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!

made by Tempestt Cole

Submitted: Monday, January 21, 2008

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