This is a very beautiful handwriting.
Read it slowly, digest every word and enjoy it
Not so fast. It is a hidden treasure
For those who are fortunate to have a mother, this is beautiful
For those who have not got, is more beautiful
For the mother, you will love
The young mother, stepped on the road of life.'Does the way much?' She asked.
Her guide replied: 'Yes, and running weight.
You will be old before you reach the end of this ...
But the end will be better than the beginning.
'But the young mother was happy.
She does not believe that there will 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.
The sun shines upon them.
And the young mother cried out:
'Nothing could be more beautiful than this.'
Then the night arrived with the storm.
The road was dark, the children shook with fear and dread.
The mother hugged them and covered them with her mantle.
The children said: 'Mother, we are not afraid, because our mother is close to us.
Nothing can hurt us. '
The road was dark, the children shook with fear and dread.
The mother hugged them and covered them with her mantle.
The children said: 'Mother, we are not afraid, because our mother is close to us.
Nothing can hurt us. '
And dawn.
There is a hill looming in front of them.
Children climbing andbeing tired.
Her mother was also tired. But he kept saying to the children:
'Be patient a little longer, we're almost there.'
So the children climbed steadily.
When reached the top, they said: 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.
'And the mother, when she lay down night and gaze at the stars, said:
'Today is better than the last.
Because my children have learned endurance
Faced with the burden of life.
Yesterday evening I gave them courage.
Today Igive them strength. 'The next day, there was a strange cloud that darkens the earth.
The clouds of war, hatred and crime.
The children groped and stumbled in the dark.
Her mother said: 'Look up. Hover your eyes to the light.
'Children looked and saw above the clouds there is eternal glorythat led them through the darkness.And that night the Mother said: 'This is the best day.
Since I already showed God, to my children.The days turned into weeks, months, and years.
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 is hard, they carry her; because she was light as a feather.
Finally they came to a hill. And in the distance they saw
A shining road and golden gates flung wide.
Mother said: 'I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know the end is better than the first.,
For my children can walk alone, and their children behind them. '
There is a hill looming in front of them.
Children climbing andbeing tired.
Her mother was also tired. But he kept saying to the children:
'Be patient a little longer, we're almost there.'
So the children climbed steadily.
When reached the top, they said: 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.
'And the mother, when she lay down night and gaze at the stars, said:
'Today is better than the last.
Because my children have learned endurance
Faced with the burden of life.
Yesterday evening I gave them courage.
Today Igive them strength. 'The next day, there was a strange cloud that darkens the earth.
The clouds of war, hatred and crime.
The children groped and stumbled in the dark.
Her mother said: 'Look up. Hover your eyes to the light.
'Children looked and saw above the clouds there is eternal glorythat led them through the darkness.And that night the Mother said: 'This is the best day.
Since I already showed God, to my children.The days turned into weeks, months, and years.
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 is hard, they carry her; because she was light as a feather.
Finally they came to a hill. And in the distance they saw
A shining road and golden gates flung wide.
Mother said: 'I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know the end is better than the first.,
For my children can walk alone, and their children behind them. '
And the children answered:
"You will always walk with us ...
Although the mother has to go through the gates.
'They stood, to see their mother walk alone ...
and the gate was shut after she passed.
And they say: "We can not see our mother again.
But she is still with us.
Mother like ours is more than a memory.
She is always present and alive.
Your mother is always with you ?.
She is the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street
She is the cool hand on your brow when you are sick.
Your mother is living in your jokes laughter.
She crystallized in every tear.
She is the place you came from,
She's your first home.She is a map that you follow each step.
She was the first love and your first heartbreak.
Nothing on earth can separate you.No time, space, not even death!
Continue on all mothers and children who you know.May we never simply ignore our mother?Forward also on the men ?. Because they also have a mother.Hope can be a food for thought for us all ...When I save this poem I forgot to save resources ,, author
"You will always walk with us ...
Although the mother has to go through the gates.
'They stood, to see their mother walk alone ...
and the gate was shut after she passed.
And they say: "We can not see our mother again.
But she is still with us.
Mother like ours is more than a memory.
She is always present and alive.
Your mother is always with you ?.
She is the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street
She is the cool hand on your brow when you are sick.
Your mother is living in your jokes laughter.
She crystallized in every tear.
She is the place you came from,
She's your first home.She is a map that you follow each step.
She was the first love and your first heartbreak.
Nothing on earth can separate you.No time, space, not even death!
Continue on all mothers and children who you know.May we never simply ignore our mother?Forward also on the men ?. Because they also have a mother.Hope can be a food for thought for us all ...When I save this poem I forgot to save resources ,, author
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