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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 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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I Hear Each Tear Fall On Her Face

My Mom doesn't know I'm watching her
but I'm watching her just the same.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
at the very mention of my name.

She says it sounds like music to her ears
and can be heard over a crowd.
Oh, I hear each tear fall on her face
when my name is said aloud.

I watch her stumble through each day
as she wishes the day would end.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
as she talks of me to her friends.

But there are few who truly understand.
Oh this I've heard her proclaim.
And I hear each tear fall on her face.
Will my Mom ever be the same?

I know that her smiles light up a sky.
But I don't see that smile today.
Oh, but I hear each tear fall on her face.
Her blue skies have turned to gray.

Oh I send to her my warmest hug
with the rays of the morning sun.
Then, I won't hear a tear fall on her face.
For I shall erase them one by one.

Yes, my Mom doesn't know I'm watching her.
But I'm watching her just the same.
And if I hear a tear fall on her face
I'll just softly whisper her name!

Author Kaye Des'Ormeaux ©2001
All Rights Reserved.
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It's the Thought That Counts

Often in times of trouble
we don't know what to say,
So we choose to say nothing,
and sometimes run away.

When friends are really hurting,
we don't know what to do,
So we offer weak excuses
or say we're hurting too.

It really doesn't matter
what kind of gift we bring;
We only need to be there
if we don't bring a thing.

It truly is amazing
what a hug can do,
When heartache numbs the senses,
and friends depend on you.

There's comfort just in knowing
that you are not alone,
When tears are overflowing,
and hearts are cold as stone.

It's the loving prayers of others
that balance our accounts,
For when we measure love,
it's still the thought that counts.

By~ Clay Harrison

This is in honor of the Moms who have lost a child. Whether it be their only child or they have other surviving children, the pain is the still hurts and will hurt forever.

Many people don't know how to express sympathy to someone who lost a child. I read an article shortly after my son's death that helped me to get out the word. It's up to us to educate people who don't know how to react to you or who do not know what to say in your time of need. Maybe this article will help us all!

"After losing a teenage son in an automobile accident, I found that there are a lot of people who have no idea how to express sympathy or deal with me since the tragedy."

"I don't like to be avoided or treated as if my son never existed. Don't tell me, 'I know how you feel.' If it hasn't happened to you, there is no way you can come close to knowing the terrible grief that comes from losing a child."

"After only six months people came up to me and say, 'It's time to get on with your life.' They have no idea that the grieving process can sometimes take two years or longer. All people need to do is say they are sorry and then treat me the way they have always treated me. They can bring up my son in ordinary conversation. I like to talk about him just as they like to talk about their children. I wanted to share my feelings in the hope that I might help educate those who have had no idea how to behave or what to say to a grieving parent."

This article was signed by a Beaumont Mother.

And God Said..

I said, "God, I hurt."
And God said, I know."

I said, "God, I cry a lot."
And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."

I said, "God, I am so depressed."
And God said, "That is why I gave you Sunshine."

I said, "God, life is so hard."
And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones."

I said, "God, my loved one died."
And God said, "So did mine."

I said, "God, it is such a loss."
And God said, "I saw my son nailed to a cross."

I said, "God, but your loved one lives."
And God said, "So does yours."

I said, "God, where are they now?"
And God said, "Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light."

I said, "God, it hurts."
And God said, "I know."

Posted on the wall at the
Oklahoma City bombing site
by K. C. and Myke Kuzmic
Stockton, CA

We, as mothers who are survivors of losing our children, have a close bond to each other. We are our support system. We go on with our lives and live them the best that we can, but our lives are different and our lives take on new meaning. We will never be the same!

After I lost my son, people would ask me "I don't know how you can live through something like this!" Well, what choices did we have in this? We had to do it. That's what makes us survivors. We have survived the single worst tragedy that can happen to anyone's life.

I have added a message board for us to discuss our individual situations and to help support each other when we need it most.

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