A Mother’s Love
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 that 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 colours of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s crystallised in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion. Happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger,
helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow and all the while, knowing 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.
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Love from Katie. Xx