Grief Poem 12/28/20

Robbie 12/28/17

This poem was posted on Facebook today and I thought I would share it, because it is so true. ❤️

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.
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.

Copyright 1998 By: Kaye Des’Ormeaux

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