Your mother is always with you...
She's the whisper of the leavesas you walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach inyour freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on yourbrow when you're not well.
Your mother lives insideyour laughter. She's crystallizedin every tear drop...
She's the place you came from,your first home.. She's the map youfollow with every step that you take.
She's your first loveand your first heart break...and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, Not space...Not even death....will ever separate youfrom your mother....
You carry her inside of you....
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