My Mom is a Survivor
My Mom is a survivor,
or so I’ve heard it said.
But I can hear her cry at night,
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
and I 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 know 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 that she bears.
So if you get the chance,
go visit her and show her that you care.
For no matter what she says…
No matter how she feels…
My surviving Mom has a broken heart
that time will never heal.
Author Kaye Des’Ormeaux