My Mother is Always With Me...

My mother is always with me...
She's the whisper of the leaves as I walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach in my freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on my brow when I'm not well.
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 that I take.
She's my first love and my first heart break...
and nothing on earth can separate us.
Not time, Not space... Not even death...
will ever separate me from my mother...
I carry her inside of me.

I still hear you, Mom.
The sound of your words saying,
"Let her be. She has a right to be different.
She's going to stumble on herself one of these days. Just let the child be."
And I be, Mom.
Thank You. I love You. I Miss You.