Reflections…………………………………………………………………………Your Mother

This is a treasure found at the hospitality shop located on the campus of the University of the South.  The paper was found crumpled up inside an old book. It was hand written and as I initially read it over, tears came to my eyes.  Wouldn’t you love to know who loved their mother so much that they would jot this with pencil in a tiny cursive on a scrap of paper.  There was no name on the paper, just some numbers scribbled on the bottom.  I thought we could all enjoy this one  treasure .

 

                                                              Your Mother

Is always with you.  She’s the whisper of the leaves as you

Walk down the street.  She’s the smell of certain foods you

Remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.

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

Well.  She’s your breath of air on a cold winter’s day.  She is the

Sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep.  The colors of the rainbow.

She is Christmas morning.

     Your mother lives inside your laughter.  She is 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 your first friend, even

Your first enemy. But nothing on earth can separate you, not time,

Not space not even death………………………. author unknown

 

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Retired in 2008 after 40+ years in education/psychology as researcher, teacher, administrator and college professor.
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