My Mum is a Survivor

My Mum is a survivor,
or so I’ve heard it said.
But I can 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 mum,
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 mum 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 mum
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 mum has a broken heart
that time won’t ever heal.

~ by Kaye Des’Ormeaux (15 October 1998) ~

In order to help make these beautiful words relate to me and Barry, throughout this poem I have taken the liberty of changing the word “Mom” to “Mum”. I apologise to the author for doing this.

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2 thoughts on “My Mum is a Survivor

  1. That’s a nice poem. The first two stanzas make me think of the poem I wrote for you and emailed you back a bunch of months. This Des’Ormeaux poem has a nice message. I’ll bet Barry really feels many of the things said here.

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