Marie.......10/24/25 - 01/25/06
"Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves down the street;
she's the smell of the bleach in your freshly laundered socks;
she's the cool hand on your brow when your not well.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every teardrop.
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 seperate you,
not time........... not space.
I love you Mom and I miss you.
Hope 'your' day is perfect up there in heaven.
[This message has been edited by plink (edited 10-24-2006).]