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My Mum is a Survivor

This poem was lovingly lifted from The Compassionate Friends American website in memory of Matthew Thomas Page.

My Mum is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.

But I 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 know it's 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 forever more.

But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she bears.

So if you get the 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!