Dear Mr. Hallmark
I am writing to you from heaven,
and
though it must appear
A rather strange idea,
I see everything from
here.
I just popped in to visit,
your stores to
find a card
A card of love for my mother,
as this day for her is
hard.
There must be some mistake I thought,
every card you could
imagine
Except I could not find a card,
from a child who lives in
heaven.
She is still a mother too,
no matter where I reside
I had
to leave, she understands,
but oh the tears she’s cried.
I thought
that if I wrote you,
that you would come to know
That though I live in
heaven now,
I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams
with me;
we still share laughter too,
Memories our way of speaking
now,
would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her
heart,
her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor
me,
sometimes far into the night.
She plants flowers in my
garden,
there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving
parents,
trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr.
Hallmark,
though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way,
to remind
her of her wondrous worth
She needs to be honored,
and remembered
too
Just as the children of earth will do.
Thank you Mr.
Hallmark,
I know you’ll do your best
I have done all I can do;
to you
I’ll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her,
how much she means to
me
Until I can do it for myself,
when she joins me in
eternity.
Edit - I stole this from Jen at Life After Angel (forgot to include that the first time). :)
1 comment:
This is awesome, Angela! And so sweet.
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