In Memoriams

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, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well.

Birthday in Heaven

I see the tears you are crying
And the pain that's in your eyes
But please don't be sad
Because love never dies.