My mom was a gracious woman, Always sweet and kind to everyone. She smelled of apple pie, She was never shy to speak her mind. The day that my mom laid in her death bed I cradled her in my arms and this is what she said: 'Your heart is my Heaven, when I die I will be there. That way I will be with you always. Just ask your heart if your in a diffcult spot, and I will answer you.Always follow your heart...' Then she laid there not moving at all. I crawled in the bed and laid my head over her chest, Nothing..no sound..she pasted away..now i must always follow my heart... for she is telling me what to do..she is always with me...my heart is her heaven..