Remembering Kiara Mae

Today seemed like a good day to start a blog. Not sure how much I will keep it up but I am going to try.

Today is:

I wanted to post something in memory of Kiara so while searching online I came across this poem:

My mom is a survivor,

or so I've heard it said.

But I can hear her crying

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 upon a 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 open door,

I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with my death,

to keep my memory alive.

But anyone who knows her

knows it's 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 burdens she bears.

So if you get a chance, call to her

And show her that you care.

For no matter what she feels,

my surviving mom has a broken heart

that time won't ever heal.

If you have the time and you light a candle in honor of Kiara, I would love to have you email me a picture so I can keep it in her memory box.

When I have a little more time I will post a blog for those of you who have not heard Kiara's story.