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 in every tear drop.
She’s the place you came from, your first home.
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, Not even death will ever separate you from your mother.
Torch
She hoped, She had dreams, she had wishes.
She thought, she pondered, she feared, she asked, she waited, she prayed, she heard, she froze, she wept, she grieved.
I wept, I grieved, I feared, I loved.
We clenched our fists, we loved harder, we laughed more, we prayed more, we sang louder, we sang louder, we cried often, we fought the good fight, we learned how to live.
I will remember, I will fight, I will stand, I will ask, I will demand, I will honor, I will preserve a life that had much left to live.