Helen Kay Bridges

Mom, you’re the whisper of the leaves as I walk down the street, the smell of certain foods I remember, flowers that I pick, the fragrance of life itself. You’re the cool hand on my brow when I’m not feeling well, you’re the breath in the air on a cold winters day. You are the sound of the rain that lulls me to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, you are Christmas morning. You live inside my laughter. You are the place I come from, my first home, and you are the map I follow with every step I take. You are my first love and my first friend. Nothing on earth can separate us. Not time, not space….not even death. I miss you so much! – Your loving daughter, Rae