"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.

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

http://members.tripod.com/~KDezamo1/index.html