As Time Gets Closer...

Taije visiting his cousin Kiarra for the first time.


At the end of this month it will be a year since I had my beautiful little girl who is in Heaven. These past few visits to the cemetery have been really hard for me! There have been times when all I've wanted to do is just stay at home and lay in bed and other times when I just wanted to be with my family. As much as I'd like to think that it's going to get easier over time, I know that I'm always going to have my bad days, but that is when I know that I can go to my father in heaven for help and comfort. My husband Brad has been nothing, but wonderful to me through this and I love him more and more each day. I have a family friend who posted this poem on her page... this poem describes how I've been feeling lately.

Surviving...

People often ask me what it's like to lose a child, this poem describes what I feel sometimes.

My Mom Is A Survivor

My mom 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 mom,
Who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others…
A smile of disguise!But though
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 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 mom has a broken heart
That time won’t ever heal.

By Kaye Des’Ormeaux