Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Magnificence of Mother



 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 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 last, for my children have learned
fortitude and 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 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 the Mother said,
“I have reached the end of my journey...
and now I know the end is better then 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!

(Graciously, I thank Dilu for the foregoing)

James Patterson in his novel, The Lake House, stated,
There are two things you can give your children:
One is Roots!  The other Wings!

Merle Baird-Kerr...written April 12, 2014
All comments welcome...send to:
inezkate@gmail.com  or  mbairdkerr@cogeco.ca

2 comments:

  1. Sherrie writes: "This is what being a good mother is all about. How true, all of these words are to me, coming up to Mother's Day.
    Even if we are not a Mother, we at least had a Mother. So Special. This will live in my mind and I shall pass these wonderful strong sentiments around."

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  2. Thank You, Sherrie, for your appreciative words. Having not only Family Day, but also Mother's Day, Father's Day and Grandparent's Day is so significant to the recognition of them as part of our heritage.

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