Her parents thought she was an amazing baby;
    In spite of the lack of somebody to cradle,
    the grandmother wondered why she never cried.

            Her brother thought she was an amazing playmate;
            In spite of the toddler pinching her hard,
            the mother wondered why she never cried.

    Her friends thought she was an amazing shoulder to lean on;
    In spite of their bitching about her,
    the brother wondered why she never cried.

            Her husband thought she was an amazing wife;
            In spite of him cheating on her,
            the friend wondered why she never cried.

    Her children thought her as an amazing mum;
    In spite of the difficulty they posed in their growing years,
    the husband wondered why she never cried.

            There came a day when her husband passed away;
            In spite of her ill-health amidst this,
            the children wondered why she never cried.

                    The little granddaughter thought she was an amazing grandma;
                    to have never cried and been so strong all through the years
                    “You shall be my idol”, she proclaimed.
                    But when she was being taken away to an old age home,
                    the little girl wondered why she cried!

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long

way?" she asked. And the guide said "Yes, 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, gathered flowers for them along the
way, bathed them in the clear streams, 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 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 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 teardrop. 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.

        I believe in love at first sight because I love my mother very much ever since I opened my eyes and saw her for the very first time.