To those of you who wish, like me, that you could pick up the - TopicsExpress

Julie Peck Trevisan

To those of you who wish, like me, that you could pick up the phone today... Your mother is always with you. Shes the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. Shes the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks. Shes the cool hand on your brow when youre not well. Shes your breath in the air on a cold winters 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 your laughter. Shes crystallized in every tear drop. Shes the place you came from, your first home. Shes the map you follow with every step that you take. Shes your first love and your first heartbreak and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, Not space... Not even death.... will ever separate you from your mother. You carry her inside of you.

Posted on: Sun, 11 May 2014 19:05:48 +0000

To those of you who wish, like me, that you could pick up the - TopicsExpress

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