This poem was sent to me by another surviving mom who lost her son Jeff to leukemia. You can visit his memorial at: Beliefnet.com |
My Mom is a Survivor |
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. |
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. |
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. |
This poem was sent to me by another surviving mom who lost her son Jeff to leukemia. You can visit his memorial at: Beliefnet.com |
by Kaye Des'Ormeaux 10/15/98 All Rights Reserved |
Little one, little one, where have you gone? Your going has darkened the brightest dawn. Why did you leave us so soon, so soon? Where can we look for you? Over the moon? On butterflies' wings? In the heart of a rose? Who knows, who knows where a little one goes? Where I have gone, I am not so small. My soul is as wide as the world is tall. I have gone to answer the call, the call. Of the One who takes care of us all. Wherever you look, you will find me there... In the heart of a rose, in the heart of a prayer. On butterflies' wings, on wings of my own. To you, I'm gone, but I'm never alone. I am over the moon. I am HOME. Author unknown |
Surviving the loss of a loved one is its own kind of test. To tell our story is a way of affirmingthe life of the loved one we have lost the experiences we had together, the favorite family stories. To tell the story is a way of moving the grief along and so contributes to our own healing. -Martha Whitmore Hickman |
"Death of a loved one is the most severe test that you will ever face. If you will trust in God, then you will be able to surmount any other difficulty with which you may be faced." -Harold B. Lee |