This is a very beautiful writing.
Read it slowly, digested every word and enjoy.
Do not hurry.
This is a treasure trove for those who are fortunate to have a mother, this is beautiful for those who does not have, this is even more beautiful for the mother, you’ll love …
The young mother, stepped in the way of life.
“Is the way long?”, She asked.
Guide replied, “Yes, and  heavy way . You’ll be old before you reach the end of this journey. But the end will be better than the beginning.”
But the young mother was happy. She does not believe that there will be better than these years. Because of that she played with his children, gathered flowers for them along the way and bathed them in a clear stream. The sun shines on them. And the young Mother cried, “Nothing can be more beautiful than this.”
Then the night came with the storm. The road was dark, the children shook with fear and dread. Mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle. The children said, “Mother, we are not afraid, because there are close to the mother. No one can hurt us.”
And dawn. There is a hill looming in front of them. The kids climb and become tired. Her mother was also tired. But she kept saying to her children, “Be patient a little longer, we’re almost there.” Thus the children continued to climb.
We reached the summit, they said, “Mom, we could not have done it without you.”
And the mother, when she lay down at night and staring at the stars, said, “Today is better than the last. Because my children have learned to face the burden of resistance alive. Last night I gave them courage. Today I gave their strength. “
The next day, there was a strange cloud that darkens the earth. Clouds of war, hatred and crime. The children were fumbling and stumbling in the dark. His mother said, “Look up. Move your eyes to the light.” The children looked up and saw the clouds above there is the eternal glory that led them through the dark and at night the mother said, “This day is the best. Since I’ve shown my children God.
The days turned into weeks, months and years. The mother grew old and she was little and bent.
But the children high and strong, and walked with courage. When the course is difficult, they grabbed him, because she was a feather. Finally they came to a hill. And in the distance they see a shining road and golden gates wide open. Mother said, “I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know, late is better than the beginning. Because my kids can run themselves and their children behind them.”
And the kids responded, “Mom always be walking with us. Even though the mother has to go through the gate.”
They stood and watched her as they walked alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said, “We can not see my mother again. But he’s still with us. A Mother like ours is more than just memories. He is ever present and alive.
Your mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She was the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks. She was the cool hand on your brow when you’re sick .. Your mother is living in your jokes laughter. She had crystals in each drop of tears. She was the one place where you are coming, she first home. She is a map that you follow at each step. She was the first love and first heartbreak. Nothing on earth can separate you. No time, space, not even death!