Your Mother Is Always With You ©
By: Deborah R Culver
Copyright Number: TXu2-148-410
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, 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.
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.
Thank you for sharing your poem and story. I am so glad you have claimed your beautiful words. I was given them in 2014 at a Livingston Grief support group as 'Anonymous' author. Yes, your words are a comfort and validation for feelings that escape my own skills. from SoCA, USA
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Thank you for your poem which highlights the deep connections between mother and daughter. It must bring comfort to many readers. I have written a poem called 'Your Hands' on a similar theme.