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Keepers
Author: Celine

For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful.

For those who aren't, this 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, 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 the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given  them strength."

 
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; and 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." 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!

....MAY WE NEVER
TAKE  OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.