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Ask My Mom How She Is - Author Unknown

Ask My Mom How She Is
Author Unkown

My Mom, she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before
But from now until she dies,
She'll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my Mom how she is
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
because she can't describe the pain.

Ask my Mom how she is,
She'll say "I'm alright."
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night ?

Ask my Mom how she is
She seems to cope so well,
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.

Ask my Mom how she is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For God's sake Mom, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken.

She'll love me all her life
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.

I am here in Heaven
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen
Hug her and 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 in here, Mom,
With all the lies you told!"

My Mommy is a Survivor

My Mommy is a Survivor...
My Mommy is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.But I 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 mom...through Heaven's open door.I try to tell her that angels protect me forever more.
But 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 ~
Written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux

Remember

Remember

By Christina Georgina Rossetti. 1830–1894



Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more, day by day,

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that I once had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.