Mom, you have to let me go,
Because it was meant to be.
And just because you let me go,
Doesn't mean you'll ever lose me.

You hold my hand and stroke my cheek,
As your heart is breaking in two.
And my spirit is still right there, you see,
I'll always be there within you.

I see your tears and I feel your pain,
And I know you just want to die.
But it's not your time to come here yet,
And right now I can't tell you why.

There's more you have to do there,
More lives and hearts you must touch.
There's other's there around you,
Who still need and love you so much.

So please don't feel like you've lost me,
For you haven't, I'm still by your side.
Now I'm holding YOUR hand and
stroking YOUR cheek,
So you'll want to live and not die.

Oh Mom, I want you to live now,
And I need you to let my body go.
The part of me you love so much,
Is now in the breeze as it blows.

When you're in the kitchen 'cooking',
Or simply just combing your hair.
When the light in the room just flickers a bit,
Know it is me, and I'm there.

When I was hurting and I was in pain,
You were there with your comfort and love.
Now let me do the same for you,
Let me give you those things, from above.

I'm walking and smiling, and happy,
And I want you to know this is true.
I'm with you and around you still,
And I'll be here to help you get through.

Close your eyes and you'll hear me talking,
Open your heart and you'll then feel me
there.
It's not a 'trick' or just 'your mind',
It's "me" that you feel on the air.

So it's okay to let me go, Mom,
I'm not in my body, you see.
Cause I'm in your heart and in the air,
And I promise You'll never lose me.

Author: Kristina Farley

My Mom Is A Survivor

My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I 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 forever more.
But 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~!

This poem was written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux and dedicated to: Clarissa.
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