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Myerl Gladys Hartley Hollenback
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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 and 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 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. And she's crystallized in every teardrop. 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, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...not even death!
- June Welsch
 Added: Nov. 29, 2009
 
 
 
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