Letters left from my Mother...

Found a few of these notes and poems tucked away in random books at my mother's place. I think she was working on some sort of scrapbook for me. Some are her's, others are just poems she enjoyed. I'm sharing this in hopes that you share your love with someone today. Don't wait! Tell them how much you love them every chance you get, cause you just never know when you won't have the chance to tell them again.




Your mother is always with you...
She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of certain foods you remember,
Flowers you pick,
The fragrance of life itself.

She's the cold hand on your brow 
When you're not feeling well,

She's your breath in the air on 
a cold winters day.

She's the sound of the rain that 
puts you to sleep,

She's the colors of the rainbow,
She is Christmas morning.

Your mother lives insides your laughter,
She's the place you came from,
Your first home.

She's the map you follow every step you take,
She's your first love,
Your first friend, even your first enemy.

Nothing on earth can separate you,
Not time, not space, not even death.