Survivor Label

I have a new label to wear.
One thrust upon me that I did not want to bare.
This new label reads SURVIVOR and seems to weigh a ton.
Funny thing is that I sure don't feel like one.
People don't understand and they foolishly think that it is rare.
They try to ignore it and act like they just don't care.
I ache to share my memories of my lost loved one.
To speak their name and tell of things that we had done.
But nobody wants to listen and nobody ever asks.
I refuse to forget and that is my task.
Because I am a SURVIVOR you see.
I have no choice in how it must be.

"My Mom is a Survivor"
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.

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 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.
Copyright © Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Do not take this poem without permission.
Dedicated to the mothers who have lost a child & have somehow survived.

Page Created 1/15/03
Last Modified 4/12/06