For you are the Wind Beneath my Wings

Our Family, May 1996

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 through 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
All rights reserved
Dedicated to the mothers who have lost a child & have somehow survived

Brent & Mom, April 1996

Together Forever, Me & You Abide

Sometimes I want to cry when I
think about the pain you feel.
I reach out toward you to help you
But those tears are much too real.

I touched your face this morning.
I knelt down beside your bed.
I whispered to you that I love you so.
Did you hear what I said?
I stood beside you in the kitchen.
I smelled the food you cook.
Oh did you know that I was right there?
Can you see me when you look?

I rode beside you in the car today.
You were driving the carpool.
I saw a tear fall on your cheek too,
when you let the kids off at school.

I walked with you today along that path.
The path that we used to take walks.
I heard you whisper my name too, Momma.
You still mention me when you talk.

I watched you sit alone today.
As you thought of me and cried.
I know this wasn’t the way it was to be.
I wasn’t supposed to have died.

But, I still spend days with you Momma.
Cant you feel me near your side?
I'm here & you're there but we are together...
Together forever Me & you Abide.

Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright 2000
Dedicated to the Moms who have lost a child

Brent & Mom

To a Special Mother

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.
So one day the child asked God:

Child: "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
God: "Among the many angels I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you."
Child: "But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy."
God: "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day and you will feel your angel's love and be happy."
Child: "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?"
God: "You angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to pray."
Child: "I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?"
God: "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."
Child: "But I will be sad because I will not see you anymore."
God: "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could be heard, and the child, in a hurry asked softly,

Child: "Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."
God: "Your angel's name is of no importance, you will call your angel "Mommy."

Brandee, Brent, Mom & Brandon, April 1998

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

Thank you Hayley Minton for this beautiful gift.

Music Selection: Wind Beneath My Wings