And when the way became rough for her,
they lifted her and gave her their strength,
just as she had given them hers.
One day, their mother led them to a hill. Beyond the mountain, they could see a shining road edged with trees and golden gates flung wide open.
And mother said, “I have reached the end of my journey.
Now, I know the end is better than the beginning. My children can walk with dignity and pride, and with their heads held high, so can 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 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.”
2022©Isadora Delavega
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