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;
andthe 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."
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And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead,
andt he
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!
PASS
THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS & CHILDREN YOU
KNOW.
This page is decated to, MY Mother
Elizabeth Fay (Ashley) Benson
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