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
Cold winter's 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 our laughter.
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.

- unknown

 

Three words that come so easy
Yet complicated, true
No simpler words more meaningful
Than three that "I Love You"
 
Mixed with all emotion
Written with great care
Three words expressing solely
The love that we all share
  
Think before you say them
Though simple they have power
In every waking moment
The joy of passing hours
 
Love is filled with glory
Life is filled with peace
Simple words "I Love You"
The heart of joy released.
 
~ Francine Pucillo ~
Copyright January 29, 2009

 

 

 

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