I cannot see her, but she is with ME still.
MY MOTHER is more than a memory.
She is a living presence.
My Mother is always with ME.
She's the whisper of the leaves as I walk down the street,
She’s the daily visits of the cardinals which she used to feed,
She's the smell of Fels Napa in MY freshly laundered socks,
She’s the warm feeling of a just brewed cup of Nonn...
MY MOTHER lives inside my laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place I came from, MY first home.
She's the map I follow with every step I take.
She loved me before I was born and will greet ME when I die.
Nothing can separate US.
She freely gave to ME her time, her love, her unwavering trust and shared her hopes and fears.
Thursdays will remain OUR...