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Grief support after the loss of a child....
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~!
This poem was written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux and
dedicated to: Clarissa.
All rights reserved.
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poem or work without original author's permission.
"Their souls shall be as a watered garden;
and they shall not sorrow any more at all..
for I will turn their mourning into joy, and will comfort them,
and make them rejoice from their sorrow."
~Jeremiah 31:12-13~
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
"WE SHALL REMEMBER THEM."
~Lawrence Binyon~
Mom, please listen to me
As I take time to write.
I see parents struggling daily.
Their pain is such a fight..
All of us who have gone on
And left the rest of you behind..
We're ok, Mom, I promise..
Heaven is beautiful, and God is kind.
You used to tell me that one day
God would call and take you home.
You told me you'd make me strong
So I would stand tall when alone.
But things happen sometimes, Mom
That does not go in our plans.
I wasn't scared, Mom,
When God held out his hand.
I didn't want to leave you.
I didn't have time to say good bye
When the angels said, "Come with us",
There wasn't time to question why.
I've watched you daily, Mom.
It hurts to see you cry.
I don't want you to be unhappy,
Just because we didn't get to say good bye.
Tell the others what I'm telling you,
So many parents need to know
That Earth was just a lay over
We had another place to go.
I know you miss me, Mom
I know your heart was broken in two,
But God really needed me
Because my earthly life was through.
I'm always alongside you..
I smile and touch your hair.
I whisper "Mom, I love you",
You just can't see me there.
I'm the one who gently touches you
On your shoulder when you're sad.
I'm happy now that you finally found
God again, and are no longer mad.
Tell the parents, Mom, for me
That all of us kids are okay.
God had plans for our lives
When he called us home that day.
I love you, Mom, I always will
And remember I'm not far away.
We're going to be together
When God calls out your name.
Written by: Sharon Jean Bryant
In Memory of Andy
Copyright 2000
"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes,
and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying,
neither shall there be any more pain;
for the former things are all passed away"
~Revelation 21:4~
 
 
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