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!
~author unknown