Saturday, July 10, 2010
Your Mother is always with you..... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks, She's the cool hand on your brown when you're not well. Your mother live 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 and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death! She is a living presence. . .
