I've been thinking about how memories of our mothers are forever etched in our hearts.
Showers of blessings that they can rain on their children.
Perhaps the blessings that we see all around us, are the reminder of the gift of our angel. An angel who will bless our our life in such a nurturing way for eternity.
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
brow when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside
your laughter. She's crystallized
in every tear drop...
She's the place you came from,
your first home. She's the map you
follow with every step that you take.
She's your first love and your first heart
break...and nothing on earth can separate
Not time, Not space...
Not even death...
will ever separate you
from your mother...
You carry her inside you.