Whispers and Memories of Mother

I have walked tall with my arms by my side looking down at the rough surfaced road beneath my feet; the road my life had led me down wondering within my self if a time would come when my steps would become lighter. It is then when the memory of my Mother resurfaces from within my heart and her words come softly to me, once again becoming so clear to me as if she had spoken them only moments ago…”Always hold your head up. I love you My Dear Daughter!”

I have walked forward with my arms open wide… toward those who hold a precious place in my life and in my heart. I feel a need to hold them close to me when their journey has overwhelmed them, and I understand the importance of this moment’s memory in their life. The unspoken words of my Mother once more come back to me as a gift and I feel her arms around me as a child, as a young woman looking for answers, as a Mother and a Grandmother… and I hold them to me.

 I have sat down when I have felt weary, a step in front of me impossible to take; a look back on my life not an option at this moment, too painful to exist in and yet…. I do… as the memory of the look of love on my Mothers face and the thoughts of her holding me to her surrounds me as I breathe in her silent presence.

 I have laid my head down when I could see no light on the journey of footsteps that should be somewhere ahead of me and I let time pass…and somewhere from far off in the distance, I remember my Mother sitting on the side of my bed, running a loving hand over my forehead, ever so gently touching my cheek and only in that moment realizing…. she was praying for me! 

I have traveled my journey on my knees. Slowly, I pass through my moments; hours turn into days and while I am there, I pray! I pray for those I love in life who have found a place in my heart; carving their picture in the memory of my soul. I pray for the world around me and … I pray for Mothers!  And I remember as a child…my Mother lifting me gently to my feet when I fell, gently taking my hand in hers, slowly walking by my side one step at a time until I regained my balance, always knowing in which direction to walk and, if need be, lifting me up in her arms and carrying me where I needed to go.

And as I become aware… in the glimpse of that moment… I feel the gratitude in my heart for the destination of my journey…and it overwhelms me and I realize that my Mother, too, has traveled this road; that is why she knows it so well... and in my memories she always comes back to me! In that Precious moment, I fold my hands and I pray, and in the quietness that surrounds me I once again whisper….”Mother”!

Dedicated to My Mother, Becky…. she literally gave me the world!

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