In Loving Memory of
Anita (Chicky) Massey
Your Loving Son Michael
"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.
She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the
place you came from, your first home, and she's
the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love, your first friend, even your first
enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you
not time, not space...not even death.
Massey, Anita
