12-31-2011 05:02 PM
This has hung on my refrigerator for years. It's by Kaye des'Ormeaux and it's a beautiful poem. I thought that maybe others who have experienced the loss of a child as I have would like to hear it:
My Mom Is A Survivor
My mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her To help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach That never wash away..
I watch over my surviving mom, Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...A smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see Tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death To keep my memory alive.
Buy anyone who knows her knows It is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom Through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels Protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her..Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her.. And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...No matter what she feels,
My surviving mom has a broken heart That time won't ever heal.
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