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                    <title>MOTHER A TRULLY BEAUTIFUL PIECE.........................</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[                                          <br />
               For those who are  still be blessed with your Mom,<br />
               this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is <br />
        even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this. <br />
<br />
             There is Great Potential in Your Example as a Mother.<br />
<br />
             The young mother set her foot on the path of life. 'Is <br />
this the long way?' she asked. And the guide said: 'Yes, and the way is<br />
hard <br />
            And you will be old before you reach the end of it.. But<br />
                      the end will be better than the beginning.'<br />
<br />
                But the young mother was happy, and she would not<br />
         believe that anything could be better than these years. So she<br />
                 played with her children, and gathered flowers for <br />
         them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and<br />
                 the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,<br />
                        'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.'<br />
<br />
               Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was<br />
        dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother <br />
   drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children<br />
said, <br />
       'Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can<br />
come.'<br />
<br />
               And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and<br />
         the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. <br />
  But at all times she said to the children,' A little patience and we<br />
are there.'<br />
             So the children climbed, and when they reached the top<br />
           they said, 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.' <br />
<br />
              And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up <br />
        at the stars and said, 'This is a better day than the last, for<br />
my<br />
              children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. <br />
<br />
       Yesterday I gave them courage.  Today, I've given them strength.'<br />
<br />
              And the next day came strange clouds which darkened<br />
      the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children<br />
groped<br />
    and stumbled, and the mother said: 'Look up. Lift your eyes to the<br />
light. <br />
               And the children looked and saw above the clouds of<br />
               an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the<br />
                      darkness. And that night the Mother said, <br />
                            'This is the best day of all, for<br />
                             I have shown my children God.' <br />
<br />
              And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and <br />
         the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent.<br />
               But her children were tall and strong, and walked with<br />
               courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her,<br />
          for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a<br />
hill, <br />
    and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung<br />
wide. And<br />
    mother said, 'I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know<br />
the end <br />
                   is better than the beginning, for my children can<br />
                       walk alone, and their children after them.' <br />
<br />
            And the children said, 'You will always walk with us,<br />
Mother, <br />
<br />
                      even when you have gone through the gates.'<br />
       And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the<br />
gates<br />
                 closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see her<br />
        but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a<br />
memory. <br />
<br />
                               She is a living presence.......'<br />
<br />
                 Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper <br />
      of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of<br />
bleach<br />
                 in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand<br />
                on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives<br />
         inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear<br />
drop. <br />
                 She's the place you came from, your first home; and<br />
    she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first<br />
love<br />
        and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate<br />
you.<br />
<br />
                          Not time, not space... not even death!]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 04:06:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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