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Et smukt digt, som minder så meget om smukke Emmelie og hendes dejlige, stærke mor:-) Det hedder: My mom is a survivor og det er lige hvad hun er..

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 Heaven’s door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with death
by keeping my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her well
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 October 15, 1998 Dedicated to the mothers who have lost a child & have somehow survived.)