Mum 💌

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She's always with me.
She's the whisper of leaves as,
I walk down the street.
She's the fragrance of certain food,
I'll always remember.
The flowers I pick ,
the fragrance of life itself.
She's the cool hand on my brow,
when I'm not well.
She's the breath in th air ,
on the cold winter's day.
She's the sound of the rain,
that lulls me to sleep ; the colours of rainbow.
My mum lives inside my laughter.
She's place I came from,
my first home.
And the map ,
I follow with every step I take.
She's my first love,
my first friend,
even my first enemy!
But , nothing on the earth can ever separate us
Not even time,
space,
& death ♥

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