3rd year and going strong…

I’ve made it through another emotional Mother’s Day. It has been 3 years since my mom passed.

I was cleaning out some files today and found this poem that Auts sent me last year. Ironically, I found it the day AFTER Mother’s Day. But it’s alllll good. Thanks Auts, I love you girlfriend!

For those who are lucky enough to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful. For those who aren’t, it is even more beautiful.

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. She 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. 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. 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. 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, and hope, but most of all, unconditional love. And 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. The Mother grew old, and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the Mother, when she lay down at night, she 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 own 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 the 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 talk 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, the flowers you pick and the perfume that she wore. She’s the cool hand on your brown when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath I 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 is crystallized in every teardrop. 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.


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Posted on May 14, 2007, in mom. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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