Wouldn't this make a great reading for a rose presentation?
Your mother is always with you. She is the whisper of leaves as you hike through the mountains. She is the smell of certain foods that bring back sweet memories, flowers from the garden, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well and the sound of the soft rain that lulls you to sleep. She is every color of the rainbow, every Christmas morning when you first see her enter a room. She lives in your laughter. She is the place you came from, your first home, and the map you follow with every step you take. She is your first love, your friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth or in heaven can separate you; not time nor space.