found in between some placemats while going through mom and dad's stuff...
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... she's your first home... she's the map you follow with every step you take... she's your first love... she's your first heartbreak... nothing on earth can separate you... not time... not space... not even death...
2 comments:
Wow that's amazing!
Holy cow... she must have known that you needed that right now. Nothing else explains it.
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