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My mom is a survivor,

or so I heard it said.

But I hear her crying at night,

when all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake

and go to hold her hand.

She doesn"t know I"m with her,

to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beachesthat

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 heavens 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 thats her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom

through heavens open door.

I try to tell her angels

protect me forever more.

But I know it doesnt help her

or ease the burden that she bears.

So if you get a chance to 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 wont ever heal