Lottie Margaret Heller 1922 - 2004
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 love and your first heartbreak....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....
Blessings to all the Mothers,
Barbara
7 comments:
Happy Mothers Day Barbara, hope your day is as special as you:)
Barbara, thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem.
Rita E in AZ
I loved the poem. Have agreat day tomorrow.
I love this poem; I'm blessed to still have my mom, even thou she lives in Ohio and I live in Colorado. This poem made me cry. Hope you have a great Mother's Day..
Thank you. I needed that tonight. Tomorrow is the second Mother's Day without mom.
Thanks for a beautiful poem. May your day be as special as you are!
A beautiful poem and a lovely picture too. A belated Happy Mother's Day to you!
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