Friday, October 19, 2007
Peggy was a wonderful lady with a zest for life. Peggy and I used to talk about our mothers together at family gatherings, since we had both lost our mother at the age of 34.
I would like to extend my hearfelt sympathy to all of Peggy's family, immediate and extended. I would like to post this poem.
Your Mother Is Always With You
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 that you take.
She's your first love and your first heart
break....and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, Not space...
Not even death....
will ever separate you
from your mother....
You carry her inside of you....
Love,
Annette
