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National Children's Memorial Day on Dec. 12th
My Mom Is A Survivor
My Mom 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 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 forever more.
But 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~!
This poem was written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux and dedicated to: Clarissa.
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Thankyou so much Katia for this beautiful gift you made for Vernon. It means more to me then words can say. Thank you for being here for us in the Without you Webring. May God bless you and keep you safe. With Love, JoAnn.
The Program for the 1st Candle lighting evening
Photo's
of the National Memorial Day
11-30-2003
