Mothers are so Special

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, the flowers you buy and the perfume that she wore. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.

She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colours of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. . . she is crystallised in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion . . . happiness, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy and sorrow. And all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good things in life.


She’s the place you came from, your first home and she’s the map you follow with every you step you take.

She’s your first love, your first friend, and even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space and not even death.

May we never take our mothers for granted.

Lola Lucy, my mom, drawn by Sasha

Lola Lucy, my mom, drawn by Sasha

‘The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched . . . they must be felt with heart.’

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