Read only if you want a good cry. Poem.
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Read only if you want a good cry. Poem.
For those who are fortunate enough to still be blessed by having your
Mom with you, this is beautiful. For those who don't, it is even more
beautiful.
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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, she fed them and bathed them, and
taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to
feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on
them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes
dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew
them close and covered them with her arms, 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 as they climbed they learned to
weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the
world. Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but
most of all... unconditional love.
When they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have
done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and
the mother grew old and she became little and bent.
Nevertheless, her children were tall and strong, and walked with
courage. 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 so
much and are now passing these traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave
her their strength, just as she had given them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, 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 with
dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can 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 certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your
brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a
cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the
colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in
every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion..........happiness,
sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy,
sorrow.....and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the
good feelings in life.
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, your first
friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space..............not even death!
(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)
that's beautiful.
So nice.... Thanks for sharing...
That is so beautiful...Thanks so much for sharing.
Thank you for this poem. While I was reading the poem, my mom called. I have not always had the best relationship with my mom and currently I have been struggling with how to help her. She is living on a very low income, no health insurance, and her health is making it hard to work. I have been thinking about having her move closer to me(I live in Colorado, she lives in Illinois). Because of our past problems I am scared to do this. This poem and the timing of her call has helped me see that I need to seriously look into having her closer. It is not too late for us to develop a closer, richer relationship. I need to do it for her, for me and for my children. Thank you for sharing this with us.
that was very pretty 
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