My mom is a survivor,
Or so I have heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
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 upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wares a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven’s open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes
My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But to anyone who knows her
Knows it’s her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through heaven’s open door...
I try to tell her
Angels protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn’t help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, talk to 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