Mother’s Scent Take a teacup of a rose, raised to the sun and watch it unfold, this is the promise and hope of the mother. On one very special day each year, the mother honored with a special lift of cheer. A mother goes far beyond the birth of a child, a mother the nurturer born of desire. A mother, an aunt, a friend, an admirer all are honored this day for the desire to see the children they hold so dear, remembrance of the heart and years. Starting at birth and without end, a mother’s love, past all life transcends. The whisper, the touch, you long too once again feel, becomes the song or brush of the cheek once again. A mother’s love always lives, the life of an energy who only knew how to give. On this day, a mother’s heart takes many ways of feeling the joy, the loss, the pain, of being the child, the mother and graced. From the mother energy which is not with you now, or the tear on the cheek remembering a child beyond the clouds. For they have not gone far away, remaining clo