some of us no longer have our moms, some of us are losing our moms daily, and some of us still have our moms....this is for all of us.


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
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
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!