Dear Mr. Hallmark ,
We are writing you from Heaven,
And though it must appear a rather strange idea,
But we see everything from here.
We just popped into all your stores to find a card,
A card of love for our Moms, for this day for them is hard.
There must be some mistake we thought,
every card you could imagine.
Except We could not find a card from a child who lives in Heaven.
They are still our Mother's To, No matter where We reside.
We had to leave, they understand,
But OH the tears they've cried.
We thought if we wrote to you, that you would come to know, that though we live in Heaven now,
We still love our Mother's So.
Our Moms still talk with us, and dream with us too;
We still share laughter too,
Memories are our way of speaking now,
Would you see what you can do?
Our Mothers still carry us in their hearts,
their tears they hide from sight.
They write poems to honor us,
sometimes far into the night.
They plant flowers in their gardens,
there our living memory dwells.
They write to other grieving parents,
trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr. Hallmark,
Though we no longer live on earth,
We must find a way to let them know
of their wonderous worth.
They need to be honored and remembered too,
just as children on earth will do.
Thank You Mr. Hallmark, We know you'll do your best.
We have done all we can do; To you we'll leave the rest.
Please find a way to tell her
"HOW MUCH SHE MEANS TO ME"
Until we can do it for ourselves, When they join us in eternity
Mothers Day Love Sent From Above
To ALL MOMS EVERYWHERE
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