My mom, she tells a lot of lies She never did before. From now until the
day she dies, she'll tell a whole lot more. She used to tell the truth,
a lot but now it doesn't matter.
I died and went to heaven, her life is all a-shatter. Ask my mom how is
she. She'll say, "Yes, I'm fine! She wants to beg "Please help me, I
can't find that boy of mine!" Ask my mom, how is she, she'll say, I'm
alright. If that's the truth then tell me, why does she cry each night?

Ask my mom, how is she, she seems to cope so well. She didn't have a
choice, you see, nor the strength to yell. You think you know the
feeling, but this cannot be. For even though you loved me, you didn't
love as much as she. She will smile and tell you, "It's ok God has a
plan." But she will turn away and cry cause she just can't understand.

Tell a joke and she will laugh, but she is not ok. She wants to share
the joke with me, but it will not be today. I watch her here, from
Heaven. Her distress disturbs my peace. Will someone please take care of
her, and thus take care of me? "Some day you will feel better. "Yes I
will." she lies. She knows this will not happen, until the day she dies.
She says, "I was so lucky! I had him all those years!"(They passed in a
minute, I shed so many tears.) Ask my mom how is she, She'll say, "Thank
you. Good." She cannot tell you how she feels. Oh, how I wish she could.
Ask my mom how is she, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping." For God's sake,
mom, just tell the truth. Just say your heart is broken. Ask my mom how
is she, "I'm well, I'm good. And you?" I'll shake my head in Heaven. It
simply isn't true. She'll love me all her life. I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask how is she, she'll lie and say she's fine. Her carnival
is over. She's stepped off the carousel. But, to save you feeling badly,
She'll say, "Thanks, all is well. "My mom, she's not gone mad, yet but,
oh so very nearly. Don't ask my mom how is she, Ask how is she, really.
I am here in Heaven. I cannot hug from here. If she lies to you, don't
listen. Hug her, hold her near. On the day we meet again, we'll smile
and I'll be bold. I'll say, "You're lucky to get here, mom, with all the
lies you told!"

Written by Jo Burr.....3 months after losing her
15yr old son, Simon.

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Such a little cutie
who will always be loved
& always be missed
xoxoxoxox

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We are connected, my child and I,
by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.

Its not like the cord that connects us at birth,
This cord can't be seen by any on earth.

This cord does its work right from the start,
It binds us together, attached to my heart.

I know that it's there though no one can see,
This invisible cord, from my child to me.

The strength of this cord, It's hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed, It can't be denied.

It's stronger then any cord man could create.
It withstands the test, Can hold any weight.

And though you are gone and you're not here with me.
The cord is still there, but no one can see.

It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore.
But this cord is my lifeline, as never before.

I'm thankful that God connects us this way.
A mother and child... Death can't take it away!



           

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My Mommy is a Survivor



My Mommy is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can 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 mommy,
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 mommy 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 mommy,
Through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels,
Protect me forevermore.

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 mommy has a broken heart,
That time won't ever heal.









My Daddy is a Survivor 


My daddy is a survivor too
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.

But, I walk with my daddy each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others;
He cries when no one's around.

I watch him sit up late at night
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.

My daddy is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all!
But, there are times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.

Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
And tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.

Now, as I watch over my precious daddy
from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love








 
                                          




     
   
   




                
          
                                                                                         










            
        

                



      








There is no foot so small
that it cannot leave an
imprint on this world.




                   










DEAREST MOMMY,
I SAT ON JESUS KNEE TODAY,AS I ALWAYS DO... HE GAVE TO ME THE BIGGEST HUG AND SAID IT WAS FROM YOU.I WANTED TO SEND THIS LETTER TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I'M JUST FINE,I HAVE A NEW BEST FRIEND NOW,WHO'S WITH ME ALL THE TIME. I NEVER FEEL AN OUNCE OF PAIN,WE WALK ON STREETS OF GOLD,WE SLEEP BESIDE EACH OTHER , AND UP HERE IT'S NEVER COLD. BRANTLEY IS MY BEST FRIEND'S NAME AND LIKE ME ,HE MISSES HIS MOMMY TOO,BUT WE PUT YOU TWO TOGETHER SO YOU BOTH CAN MAKE IT THROUGH.I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MISS ME AND I CAN'T STAND TO SEE YOU CRY, PLEASE KNOW THAT I'M STILL THERE WITH YOU ALTHOUGH WE SAID GOOD-BYE .GOOD-BYE IS NOT FOREVER,MOMMY...ONLY TIL ' WE MEET AGAIN, JESUS NEEDED ME UP HERE ,BUT IT WILL NEVER BE THE END. ALL THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU, I HAD RIGHT FROM THE START ,ALTHOUGH YOU THINK I'M FAR AWAY...I'M RIGHT THERE IN YOUR HEART. EACH TIME I SAT ON JESUS KNEE,AS I DID TODAY...I THANK HIM FOR LENDING ME TO YOU, ALTHOUGH I COULDN'T STAY. I LEFT WITH YOU MY MEMORIES IN WHICH I KNOW YOU'LL ALWAYS LET LIVE ON...I'LL ALWAYS BE A PART OF YOU SO I'M NEVER REALLY GONE . EACH TIME YOU FEEL THE GENTLE WIND BRUSH SOFTLY ON YOUR FACE, KNOW IT'S ME BESIDE YOU, WRAPPING YOU IN MY WARM EMBRACE . THE TIMES YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA FALL...THAT YOU CAN JUST NO LONGER CARRY ON... I'LL BE RIGHT THERE TO CATCH YOU,FOR I'M NEVER REALLY GONE . YOU MAY NEVER KNOW JUST HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME...JUST KNOW I THANK JESUS FOR YOU...EACH TIME I SIT UPON HIS KNEE!

"WRITTEN BY DAWN ELMORE...

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