Your Mother's always with you
She is the mutter of the leaves as you walk down the street,
she is the smell of specific foods you remember,
flowers you pick, the smell of life itself.
She is the chilly hand on your brow when you are not feeling well,
she is your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day
She's the sound of the rain that numbs you to sleep
the colors of an iris, she's Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laugh
She is the place you came from, your first home,
and she is the map you follow with every step you take
She is your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth can separate you
Not time, not space, not even death