Mother
Mother
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 shine 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 layed 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!
Author Unknown
Thank you for dropping byand visiting with me!
Joan
