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…
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