My cousin sent this to me. I thought it was appropriate for today.
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 does'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.
But 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.
By Kaye Des’Ormeaux
5 comments:
Brit that was beautiful.
Love that poem. I wonder if we'll ever be able to be like ducks. Keeping our cool on the surface, but frantically kicking our legs to stay above water? Thinking of you. Loves!
i love that! aren't we lucky to know those things are true? that your son really does get to come and hold your hand.
YOU DON'T KNOW ME, BUT I FOLLOW YOUR BLOG, THIS POEM IS SO GOOD. THANKS YOU FOR SHARING IT.
Wow beautiful poem thanks for sharing it with everyone.
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