I know I have posted this several times before in another forum. But I read this a lot and when times are tough I thnk it helps..........
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. And she's crystallized in every
She's the place you came 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.