Tuesday, March 9, 2010

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 mom
Who thinks of me each day

She wears a smile for others,
A smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's doors 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 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 a chance, go visit her...
And show her that you care.

For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels,
My mom has a broken heart
That time will have to heal.
~Author Unknown



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6 comments:

Gloria Westerman said...

My eyes are full of tears....and my heart breaks....but to only look toward heaven and all is healed......thank you for sharing.....

bubbles said...

((((hugs))))

Tonya Allen said...

so much love for you! and if i lived closer, i would come and visit. ((((hugs))))

Connie said...

That poem sure does hit the heart {tears streaming down my face} Hope you're doing OK.

Rach said...

xxx((hugs))xxx

elvira said...

Beautiful! Our prayers are with you and your family. Hang in there girl!

 
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