My wish is that you can find some comfort in these words.

I had read this some time ago, but can't remember if it was here

or on another site.  It was given to me again today.

When I read this it just touched me as so true as my son was
so protective towards me (and his dad).

I felt like it was my Valentine from my son.

Valentine's day will be 7 months that he is gone

physically, but I don't believe he will ever be

truly gone. 

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 through heavens door's I see the tears flowing from her eye's. 

My mom tries to cope with death, and to keep my memory alive. 
But anyone who knows her, knows it is only her way to survive. 

As I watch over my surviving mom through heaven's open door.... 
I try to tell her that angel's "Protect me now forever more". 

I know that doesn't help her... Or ease the burden that she bears 
So if you get the 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".

Copyright 2001 Kaye Des'Ormeau