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....
~anonymous 
When Mother Reads Aloud
When Mother reads aloud, the past
Seems real as every day;
I hear the tramp of armies vast,
I see the spears and lances cast,
I join the thrilling fray;
Brave knights and ladies fair and proud
I meet when Mother reads aloud. When Mother reads aloud, far lands
Seem very near and true;
I cross the deserts’ gleaming sands,
Or hunt the jungle’s prowling bands,
Or sail the ocean blue.
Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud,
I scale, when Mother reads aloud. When Mother reads aloud, I long
For noble deeds to do...
To help the right, redress the wrong;
It seems so easy to be strong,
So simple to be true.
Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd
My eyes, when Mother reads aloud.
~anonymous My Mother Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother. When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother. Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay,
And fondly taught me how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother. And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me?
My Mother. - Anne Taylor | 
