OLGA KUZENKO

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OLGA KUZENKO March 6, 1927 - January 6, 2013 My mother is always with me She's the whisper of the leaves As I walk down the street. She's the wind that gently blows on my face She's the warm sun, the cool rain. My mother lives inside my laughter. She's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place I came from, my first home. She's the map I follow with every step I take. She's my first love and my first heartbreak And nothing on earth can separate us. Not time, not space, not even death will ever separate me from my mother. I carry her inside of me. I miss you so much Mama! Love always, your daughter Marika and Ruffus. Vichnaya PamYat

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Jan 09, 2016