Author Unknown

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,
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.
But 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 could not
have done it without you."

And the mother, when she laid 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.
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."

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!

I LOVE YOU MOMMY ~ 1910-1958


Song Titled: 'Turn Turn Turn'

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