Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mothers Day from Heavan

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 are 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.
JODY SEILHEIMER

1 comment:

Melody said...

I'm reading this a bit late, as Mother's Day has already passed, but I couldn't agree with this poem more.

Mother's Day is one of the hardest days for me because even though I've had 10 babies in my womb, I'm still not considered a mother. None of my children were privilaged enough to take their first breath, but they are my babies and I am their mother.

I hope that through everything on your first Mother's Day that you felt honored. Maybe not honored by others, but honored that God let you feel, even just for a little while, what it is to be a Mother.