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 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.