Death of a Mother
This is a very beautiful writing. Read slowly digest every word and enjoy is no hurry. It is a treasure for the lucky still to have a mother, is beautiful for those who already have no mother, is even more beautiful for mothers who are young.
Is way much? he asked. His guide answered: Yes, and way heavy You will 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. He does not believe that there will be better than these years. Because of that he played with his children, gathered flowers for them and bathe them in crystal clear streams.The sun shines on them and the young Mother cried, nothing could be more beautiful than this.
Then night fell with the storm. The road was dark, the children shook with fear and she hugged them and covered them with her coat.The children say: 'Mom, we are not afraid, for you are near us. No one can hurt us.
And dawn. There is a hill looming in front of them, kids climb and become tired. His mother also was tired but he kept saying to her children: 'Be patient a little longer, we are almost there. "When they reached the top they said, 'Mom, we could not have done it without you.
And the mother says: 'Today is better than the last because my children have learned the endurance to face the burden of life.Last night I gave them courage. Today I gave them strength.
The next day, there is a strange cloud that darkens the earth. The children groped and stumbled in the dark.
His mother said: 'Look up your eyes to the light point. The children looked and saw above the clouds there are eternal glory that guides them through the darkness. And that night the Mother said: 'This is the best day because I have shown my children God.
The days turned weeks, months, and years ago they reached the hill. And in the distance they see a shining road and golden gates wide open. mother said: "I've reached the end of my journey
although the mother had gone through the gates. "They stood, they saw their mother to walk alone and the gate was shut after he passed.
And they said: "We can not see her again but she is still with us. "Our mother is more than just memories. He always comes and live with you. He was the cool hand on your brow when you're sick. Your mother lives in your laughter jokes.He crystallized in every teardrop. She's the place you came from, your first home. He is the map that you follow each step you take Nothing on earth can separate you. No time, space, not even death!
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