I am writing to you from heaven,
And though it must appear
A rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.
I popped in to visit
Your stores to find a card—
A card of love for my mom,
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 as I wrote to you,
You, maybe, 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 our laughter, too.
Through memories she always speaks to me—
Would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart,
Her tears they cloud her sight.
She regularly writes and talks to me,
Sometimes far into the night.
She plants flowers in our garden,
There my living memory dwells.
She speaks with 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 loving, wondrous worth.
She needs to be honored
And lovingly remembered too,
Just as all the mothers’ children
Still living on earth will do.
Thank you, Mr. Hallmark,
I know you’ll do your best.
I have done all I can do now,
So to you I’ll leave the rest.
Please find a way to tell her
How much she means to me,
Through family or friends or others
For our love lives eternally.