Sunday, September 17, 2006

A Poem For Surviving Moms

A gal on one of my boards posted this tonight, and it really touched me:

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 lie awake at night and go and hold her hand.
She doesn’t know I am 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.

Written by Kaye DesOrmeaux


Cal said...

Wow. I'm left speechless. That poem is absolutely beautiful.


Katherine said...

What a beautiful poem! Jules, you and Brian are always in my prayers.


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