Positive in the face of all challenges


 

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The first rose in my garden, dedicated to my mum Margaret

I didn’t have such a good weekend. They come and go, usually like lightening bolts. A good friend from the UK sent me this verse. It’s so beautiful I wanted to share it, for all those who miss someone they have loved, and lost, gone, but not forgotten.

Your mother is always with you. She is 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’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colours of the rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and 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. (Unknown)

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