Wednesday, November 10, 2010

momma.


She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street 
She’s the smell of  bleach in your freshly laundered socks 

She’s  the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well 

Your mother lives inside your laughter she’s crystallized in every tear drop 

She’s the place you come from, your first home 
She’s the map you follow with every step that you take 

She’s your first love and your first heart break 
And nothing on earth can separated you 

Not time, not space 

Not even death will ever separated you from your mother 
You carry her inside of you… 


-unknown-


 and I dont want to regret for leaving her while she was still able to hug me and looking her eyes so tired because of me. I love you mom ...


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