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.

By Kaye Des'Ormeaux

These are My Footprints

"These are my footprints,
so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints,
never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints
were meant for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints,
in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angels tears,
of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints,
in each butterflies' lazy dance.
I'll let you know I'm with you,
if you give me just a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints,
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints,
are found in mummy's heart,
cause even though I'm gone now,
we'll never truly part."

(~Author Unknown~) 

My sincere condolences for the loss of your precious angel
Jeri (Passerby)

SOMEBODY ANSWER ME!!!!!

The pain that one feels when your heart leaves your chest and ventures to a greater place is unimaginable.
Can we really live with half a heart and soul?
Some say yes, difficult but yes.
To walk around this world looking, searching, wondering…. WHY?!?!?!?
Why did my child have to die?
What did this poor wonderful innocent little boy do to deserve to die?
Is God punishing me for my wrong doings?
"It will get better with time", they all say. But I'm not sure if I'm ready to believe that.
Pain, hatred, anger, grief, and sorrow set into what’s left of my heart and builds a barricade around it.
Do these feelings ever go away?
Do they ever subside?
SOMEBODY ANSWER ME!!!!!

Dedicated to Kaedon Gavan Wayne Jones
My wonderful precious little boy
I love and miss you Kaedon
Jonathan W. Jones
22 August 2005