My Mum is a survivor or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying when everyones in bed. I watch her lie awake at night and go to hold her hand.She doesnt know Im with her to help her understand.But like the sands upon a beach that never wash away, I watch over my surviving Mumwho thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others, A smile of disguise, But through Heaven's open door, I see tears flowing from her eyes.My Mum tries to cope with my death, to keep my memory alive,So if you get a chance call to her,and show her that you care, for no matter what she feels, My surviving mum has a broken heart, that time wont ever heal.Thinking of you XXX