Your mother is always with you…
Deborah R Culver (Copyright Number: TXu2-148-410)
Let’s read together: Your mother is always with you… by Deborah R Culver
Your Mother Is Always With You
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winters’ day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s the place you come from, your first home.
She’s the map you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
But nothing on Earth can separate you.
Not time.
Not space.
Not even death.
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I’m so glad you shared my poem in your article but it’s not the original version. Here is my original:
Your Mother Is Always With You © By: Deborah R Culver Copyright Number: TXu2-148-410
Your Mother Is Always With You
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winters’ day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s the place you come from, your first home.
She’s the map you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
But nothing on Earth can separate you.
Not time.
Not space.
Not even death.
The above version is the original copyrighted version by me and another author used it as an exercise in expressing her personal grief of losing her mother by adding the lines in your version in your post.
A well-known author, Mary May Larmoyeux, {Author of One-of-a-Kind Grandparent Connection: Building A Legacy With Your Grandchild and the co-author of The Grandparent Connection: 365 Ways to Connect With Your Grandchild’s Heart and holds “Workshops with Mary”: Connect With Your Kids And Grandkids, The Next Generation, Passing On Family Stories And Spiritual Values To The Next Generation, Add Balance To Your Life and The Power Of Prayer. https://legacyconnection.org/) & Jane Herlong Jenkins, (Funny Southern Humorist, Miss South Carolina 1979, Global, Award-Winning & Hall of Fame Speaker, SiriusXM Comedian, Recording Artist & Award-Winning Professional Singer and Award-Winning & Best-Selling Author of 4 Books, Rhinestones on My Flip-Flops, Bare Feet to High Heels, Bury Me with My Pearls, What Ta-Tas Teach Us. https://janeherlong.com/), [had referenced the poem (which was thought to be by an Unknown Author) but after contacting them both. Mary had shared my poem and offering a lesson in using it as a way to individualize each person’s memories and grief of losing their Mother or special woman in their life. She had re-created the poem with her own memories of her Mother and love her version/additions too.
I wrote this poem and shared it on my Facebook page. My friends shared it and my name was removed from the poem and I didn’t realize my poem went viral until 2018-2019.
It’s a blessing knowing the love of my Mom is helping others. My Mother Joann L Force, September 14, 1940 – December 24, 1985 died after a long battle with breast cancer, that at one time she had gone into remission so we were not expecting her to die. She was only 45 years old. Her favorite time was Christmas and she died Christmas Eve morning.
Love, Good Health, Blessings & Peace to all,
Deborah R Culver