May 10, 2015

You are always here with me. You are the whisper of the leaves as I walk down the street; the smell of the foods I remember, the tulips I picked for you; the cool hand on my forehead when I wasn't feeling well. You are the sound of the rain that lulls me to sleep, the colors of the rainbow, and my first friend. You live inside my laughter, the place I came from, my first home, and the map I follow with every step I take. I miss you Mom.

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