>> Sep 30, 2011
Your Mother is Always with You
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
She's the place you came from, your first home..
She's your first love and your first heartbreak....
Not time, Not space...Not even death....
You carry her inside of you....