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| SHE'S ONLY A MOTHER You never see the tears that she's about to cry -- instead she turns her head to hide them. You never see the times she stills away to her secret closet to pray -- instead she invites you in to just talk. You never see how her shoulders are sagging from heavy burdens -- instead she gives you those shoulders to cry on. You never see the aches in her heart when her children rebel -- instead she gives them more patience and love. You never see the hand she pulls back when she's rejected -- instead she continues to lend a "helping" hand. You never see the aches in her hands from grasping and holding on when she feels like giving up -- instead she folds those same hands and prays even more. You never see the aches in her knees from praying for others -- instead she spends even more time on her knees. You never see the fears she has of being a "disappointment" -- instead she prays for more power and a sound mind. You never see any of these things and she doesn't want you to-- After all, she's only "a mother". |
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| Hi Mommy It's me, your little Angel Just checking in with you. I know you're sad because I'm gone, and Mommy I'm sad too. It's beautiful here, wherever I am, there's such a lovely view. But mostly when I'm sitting here I'm looking down at you. I see all your feelings, everyday when I look down, I love to see you smile and I know sometimes you frown. But guess what ? I have a job to do. God saved it for your little girl. I get to watch over you and protect you from the world. So though you cannot see me and I know it's hard on you, You'll surely see the benefits of the job God has me do. |
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| Remembering� Go ahead and mention my Child, The one that died you know. Don't worry about hurting me further. The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry. I'm already crying inside. Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you just keep silent pretending he didn't exist. I'd rather you mention my Child knowing that he has been missed. You asked me how I was doing, I say "pretty good" or "fine" but healing is something ongoing. I feel it will take a lifetime. |
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| "A Mothers Love" I didn't have to look into your eyes to fall in love with you. I didn't have to hear you cry to know you loved me too. I didn't need to hold your hand to cherish you for always. Within my womb, we shared our hearts, you touched my soul. You sweetened my spirit You gave me memories I'll always hold clear. Yes, my heart aches since you departed too soon. But a mother's love does not end with death. For you are my child, Forever my love is your's� |
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| ~ My Mom is a Survivor ~ My Mom is a survivor, Or so I've 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 wears 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 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 That time won't ever heal. |
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| * Forever Changed * Can you see the change in me? It may not be so obvious to you I participate in family activities. I attend family reunions.. I help plan holiday meals. You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore. But I do cry! When everyone has gone - when it is safe- the tears fall. I cry in privacy so my family won't worry. I cry until I am exhausted and can finally sleep. You tell me you admire my strength and my positive attitude. But I am not strong, I feel that I have lost control; and I panic when I think about tomorrow.... next week.... next year. I go about the routine of my job. I complete my assigned tasks. I drink coffee and smile. You tell me you are glad to see I'm "over" the death of my loved one. But I'm not "over" it. If I get over it, I will be the same as before my loved one died. I will never be the same. At times I think I am beginning to heal, but the pain of losing someone I loved so much has left a permanent scar on my heart. I visit my neighbors. You tell me that you're glad to see I'm holding up so well. But I'm not holding up well. Sometimes I want to lock the door and hide from the world. I spend time with my friends, I seem calm and collected. I smile when appropriate. You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self" But I will never be back to my "old self". Death and grief, have touched my life.... and I am changed forever. |
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| *Letter From Heaven* To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say. But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight. Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through. God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you. It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on. I need you here badly, you're part of my plan. There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man." God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving minutes. Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over. I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; But together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too; That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain; Then you can say to God at night...... "My day was not in vain." And now I am contented....that my life was worthwhile. Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile. So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low; Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind. And when it's time for you to go....from that body to be free. Remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me. |
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