My Beautiful Mother Rolina Klages

My Beautiful Mother Rolina Klages18/01/1953 ~ 11/09/2011My mother is always with me, she's the whisper of the leaves as I walk down the street, she's the smellof certain foods I remember, flowers I pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on my brow when I'm not feeling well. She's my breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She's the sound of therain that lulls me to sleep, the colours of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. my mother lives insidemy laughter, she's the place I come from, my firsthome and she's the map I follow with every step Itake. She was my first love, my first best friend, even my first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate us, not time, not space...not even death.Love you with all that I am Mum.Your Sons Paul and Grant