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 car

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 October 15, 1998

Dedicated to the Mothers who have lost a child & have somehow survived