Since Mother’s Day is upon us, I thought of some special advice to honor mothers everywhere, and in particular my mother. I miss her every day – her love for me, her laughter and her sense of humor.
Here is a poem I found and the author is Deborah R.  Culver.  It is touching and meaningful.

Your Mother is always with you! ©

By: Deborah R Culver

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 cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.

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

She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.

She is Christmas morning.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.

She’s the place you come from, your first home.

She’s the map you follow with every step you take.

She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.

But nothing on Earth can separate you.

Not time.

Not space.

Not even death.

Share this poem with special friends who need encouragement today.

Click here to order a Kindle copy of “Bury Me With My Pearls” . (Print versions also make great gifts.)

2015 Illumination Gold Award
2015 Book of the Year CSP