Found this on another website, thought it says it all but unfortunately did not list an author so I do not know to whom to give credit.
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 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,
It is her way to survive
As I watch over my surviving mom,
Through Heaven's open door,
I try to tell her the angels,
Protect me forever more!
I know that doesn't help her,
Or ease the burden she bears,
So if you get a chance, go visit her,
Show her that you care.
For no matter what she says,
No matter what she feels,
My mom has a broken heart
That time won't ever heal........