Your mother is always with you…she’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she is the smell of beach in your fresh laundered socks;
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well. Your mother lives inside your laughter and she’s crystallized in every tear drop.
She’s the place you come from, your first home and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love and your first heartbreak.
And nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space…not death.
– by Jane Jenkins Herlong, who wrote this poem to honor mothers everywhere, and in particular, her mother, whom she misses every day.
Source:Jane Jenkins Herlong Website