MOTHER This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please read this
at a slow pace, digesting every word and in leisure.... Do not
hurry.....this is a treasure... For those lucky to still be blessed with your
Mom, this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more
beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love
this. The young mother set her foot on the path of life. 'Is this the long way?' she asked. And the guide said: 'Yes, and the way is hard And you will be old before you reach the end of it.. But the end will be better than the beginning.' But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear
streams; and the sun shone on them,and the young Mother cried, 'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.' Then the night
came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her
mantle, and the children said, 'Mother, we are not
afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.' And the morning
came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, 'A little patience and we are there.' So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, 'Mother, we would not have done it without
you.' And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and
said, 'This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned
fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them
courage. Today, I've given them strength.' And the next day
came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: ' Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.' And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, 'This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God.' And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the
years, and the mother grew old and she was little and
bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with
courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as
light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they
could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother
said, 'I have reached the end of my journey.. And now I know the
end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk
alone, and their children after them.' And the children
said, 'You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone
through the gates.' And they stood and watched her as she went on
alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see
her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a
memory. She is a living presence.......' Your Mother is
always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the
street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered
socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your
Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear
drop. 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 and your
first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death!
