Another Day Without
The stillness of the morning wakes me,
But I cannot see
Why there begins another day
When my son's not here with me.
The house feels strangely silent
And his room, a lonely place.
I long to touch his soft brown hair
And kiss his dear, sweet face.
I'll never get to hear him call,
"Come see what I just made!"
I'm left with only memories
Please God--don't let them fade.
Deep in my heart, his spirit lives,
His laughter I still hear.
He'll forever be my little boy,
Though I can't hold him near.
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 lie 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
October 15, 1998
Dedicated to the mothers who have lost a child and have somehow survived.
Please See Me Through My Tears
You asked, "How are you doing?"
As I told you, tears came to my eyes...
You immediately began to talk again.
Your eyes looked away from me, your speech picked up,
And all the attention you had given me went away.
How am I doing? I do better when people will listen to my response.
Even though I may shed a tear or two,
For I so want their attention;
But to be ignored because I have in me a pain
Which is indescribable to anyone who has not been there....
I hurt and I feel angry.
So when you look away,
I am again alone with it...
Really, the tears are not a bad sign, you know!
They're just God's way of helping me heal...
They relieve some of the stress and sadness.
No, you're wrong....
The memory of my child's death will always be with me,
Only a thought away.
It's just that my tears make my pain more visible to you...
But you did not give me the pain; it's just there.
When I cry, could it be that you feel helpless?
You're not, you know.
When I feel your permission to allow my tears to flow,
You've helped me more than you know.
You need not verbalize your support of my tears...
Your silence as I cry is my key...do not fear.
Your listening with your heart to
"How are you doing?" helps relieve the pain.
Because I allow the tears to come and go, I feel lighter.
Talking to you releases things I've been wanting to say aloud.
And then there's space for a touch of joy in my life.
Honest...when I tear up and cry,
That doesn't mean I'll cry forever--maybe just a minute or two--
Then I'll wipe the tears away, and sometimes you'll even find me
Laughing at something funny ten minutes later.
When I hold back my tears, my throat grows tight.
My chest aches and my stomach begins to knot up...
Because I am trying to protect you from my tears...
Then we both hurt...me, because I've kept the pain inside
And it's a shield against our closeness;
And then you hurt because suddenly
Please, take my hand...and I promise not to cry forever...
(It's physically impossible, you know).
When you see me through my tears, then we can be close again.
Words of Comfort by Cyndy
My Dad is a Survivor
My dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when noone's around.
I watch him sit up late at night
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all~!
But there are times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
And tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love~!
October 16, 1998
Dedicated to the dads who have lost a child
We Walked Together
We walked together, you and I,
A mother and her son.
We had hopes and dreams for tomorrow,
But tomorrow didn't come.
We walked together, you and I.
We talked, we laughed, we loved.
We shared so many happy times
And for that, I thank God above.
We walked together, you and I,
But only for a short time.
For all too soon it ended
Leaving broken hearts behind.
And even though I miss you,
More than words can say,
I thank God that I got to walk with you
Every moment of each day....
Don't think of them as gone away, their journey has just begun.
Life holds so many facets, this Earth is only one.
Just think of them as resting, from the sorrows and the tears,
in a place of warmth and comfort, where there are no days or years.
Think of how they must be wishing, that we could know today,
how nothing but our sadness can really pass away.
And think of them as living in the hearts of those they touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost, and they were loved so much.
When A Smile Comes from Heaven
The smile you wear in this picture is priceless;
But, I'm sure this is no surprise.
And the love that is shared with you and your son
Shines bright in both of your eyes.
I hear you say to your precious son ...
Oh how I miss you so!
Words from a Mom's broken heart.
Too much pain for anyone to know!
But too many Moms have come to feel
The ache of a broken heart.
Oh, no one can imagine the misery
When your life is torn apart!
For a Mom brings a child into this world;
Only another Mom truly understands ...
To cherish that child that lay in her arms.
Later to walk together hand in hand.
But when that same child is taken from her,
Only another Mother knows her pain.
And the path that she walks daily thereafter ...
To another Mom ... She need not explain.
When the nighttime finds you crying again,
Understand that it's okay to cry.
The tears you shed have been shed by many!
And one day you'll understand why.
But for today, hold on to every memory.
Oh, cherish each moment of love.
The son you miss and long to hold each day ...
Watches over you from Heaven above!
So when you feel you are alone in your grief;
And your smiles are few and far between.
Take the hand of a friend who has been there.
And has seen what you have seen.
Oh, yes, I see the picture of you and your son.
Wearing a smile with such loving bliss.
If he could present you with any gift today ...
He'd send you a smile and seal it with a kiss!
Copyright 2001 Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Tears are only memories overflowing from the heart.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal.
Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Two minutes after his birth.....
I could hear his announcing scream.
I couldn't believe he was finally here,
The realization of my dream.
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