The Highlight of This Poem
Traveling with mom throughout Paris
was an amazing and rewarding experience,
As she truly was the highlight
Of this trip.
It is only natural that I dedicate
an entire post to her
and thank her for being
my companion and accomplice
On this great adventure.
A mother is more like a journey
then a memory.
She is a living presence,
she's the whisper of the leaves
As you walk down the street.
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 colors of a rainbow.
She lives inside your laughter
and 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 you take.
Nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space...not even death!
I thank God for blessing me
With a mother like her.
She is the beating of my heart
and I cannot now imagine
a life without her.
Thank you mom for these
wonderful and treasured
memories.
Terry
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2020
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