Remembering Mom With Gratitude

It would be my mothers birthday today. I was thinking of her walking along the water on the Ship Canal trail. Not feeling especially close to her. But as I enjoyed the time, I was feeling the lessons she came to share with me. I may wise up yet, Mom.

Soul refreshing
Well taught Mom
beauty is infinite

Then I read my friend, Lisa's post, and my heart opened slightly, and I enjoyed some tears in her honor.

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....

- Sherry Martin