Subject: A Tribute to ALL Mothers
those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful . .
. for those who aren't this is more beautiful.
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
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
mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are
near, and no harm can come."
morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children
climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all
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 have 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
"Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children
looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided
beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best
day of all, for I have shown my children
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
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
memory. She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you
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
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
heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you . . . Not time,
not space . . . not even death!
Don't cry becaue
it's over . . . Smile because it happened.