I see my mother when I look out of the window in the morning
I see my mother’s hand in my own hand when I wear her ring
Sometimes, I see my mother when I look in the mirror…
I smell my mother whenever I take a cake out of the oven,
Sometimes, when I put on scented lotion or perfume…
But always when I smell hot chocolate…..
I hear my mother when I sing along to her favourite songs,
Though my voice will never be a match for her voice!
I hear her in the silence of the garden.
I feel my mother in the air around me, on a morning run,
I feel her breath as the breeze moves through the leaves on the olive trees
I feel her arms around me when I wrap her magenta scarf around my shoulders
I feel her love in my heart always.
(inspired by Deborah R Culver, “Your Mum is always with you”)