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.