|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 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 forever more.
But 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~!
Copyright Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Go ahead and mention my child.
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry,
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child.
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.
He is not gone.
Ease your grief, he is not gone
For in your heart he lingers on.
His smile, his laugh, his special way,
Will comfort you from day to day.
You'll feel his presence in the breeze
That dances gently through the trees
And it's his face that you shall see
when you're in need of company.
At anytime you can recall
the love you shared...you saved it all.
And really more than anything,
You'll find peace in remembering.
Copyright Elizabeth Dent
Please, don't ask me if I am over it yet.
I'll never be over it.
Please, don't tell me he is in a better place.
He isn't here with me.
Please, don't say at least he isn't suffering.
I haven't come to terms with why he had to suffer at all.
Please, don't tell me you know how I feel.
Unless you have lost a child.
Please, don't ask me if I feel better,.
Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up.
Please, don't tell me that God never gives us more than we can bear.
Please , just say you are sorry.
Please, just say you remember my child,
if you do.
Please, let me talk about my child.
Please, mention my child's name.
Please, just let me cry.
author: Rita Moran
|My Dad Is A Survivor
My Dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my Dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when no one's around.
I watch him sit up late at night,
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.
My Dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all~!
But there's times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
and tell him it's ok.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious Dad
from the Heaven's up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love~!
Copyright Kaye Des'Ormeaux