Kristy's Page

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.

Author Kaye Des'Ormeaux
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

This next poem was written to Kristy by the author of the above poem, "My Mom is a Survivor." I had e-mailed her to ask permission to use her poem and she said that words just came to her and she put them in a poem. The following is the e-mail and the poem that was written called "Your Legacy of Love." :

Nancy, after sitting at Kristy's site and reading her story, I was given the following words. It is my prayer that today, and always, you find comfort in the legacy that Kristy left behind.

Hugs to you, Kaye

"Your Legacy of Love"

Hello again to you, my special angel.
Can you hear me from there?
As I sit with your memory in my heart,
I still feel your love everywhere.

I look at the pictures that captured
precious moments of your life.
You always wore that radiant smile
even through your struggles & strife.

Oh, I smell the aroma of your love.
It lingers with me even still.
I never dreamed this could be me.
Facing a nightmare oh so real.

Some of your friends call me each day
just to remind me that they care.
For your legacy is one to be cherished ...
And your love is felt everywhere!

Oh, you thought you would be forgotten.
That was your expressed fear.
But how could we ever forget such a life
that touched so many down here?

You traveled down a lonely path in life.
And left your footprints in the sand.
Only those who have traveled that path,
could walk next to you & understand.

Now as I think of the lives you touched,
I see the footprints you left behind,
I assure you that you'll never be forgotten ...
Your legacy of love is one of a kind.

~Author~
Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright 2001 Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Dedicated to
The Legacy of Kristy Lyn Haley

Padre Pio of Pietrelcina
May 25, 1887 - September 23, 1968
Capuchin Priest, Our Lady of Grace Friary
San Giovanni Rotondo Foggia, Italy