She's the whisper of the leaves as I walk down the street
She's the smell of fresh laundry

She lives inside my laughter
She's crystallized in every teardrop
She's the place I came from...
My first home.
Let's not wait until Mother's Day to celebrate our moms and/or being a mom. Take care of yourself. Take care of your loved ones. You are special.
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