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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 store 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 so filled with worth,
Except I could not find one card
From a child who’s not on Earth.
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 you,
You would come to know
That though I am no longer there
I still love my mother so.
I visit with her in her dreams,
She talks with me all the time,
She wonders if that’s really me,
Would you let her know I’m fine?
She’s planted many flowers,
Where my living memory grows,
She carries me with her everywhere,
No matter where she goes.
She does so many loving things,
So none will ever forget
That as I lived and loved on Earth,
Now my love she needs to get.
Dear Mr. Hallmark, sir,
Though I no longer live on Earth,
I need a way to remind her
Of her loving, wondrous worth.
She needs to somehow get from me
My message loud and clear,
The same as other mothers will,
From children who are still there.
Thank you Mr. Hallmark, sir,
I know you’ll do your best,
For you’re the one I count upon,
So to you I’ll leave the rest.
Please find a way to let her know,
No space or time or sea,
Will ever change our loving bond,
That my mom she’ll always be.
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