Dear Mr Hallmark,
I am writting to you from heaven, and though it might 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 fine a card, from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too, no matter were i reside.
I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she,s cried.
I thought that if I wrote you, that yu would come to know,
That though I live in heaven know, I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, she dreams with me, we still share laughter too.
Memories our way of speaking know, could you see what you could do.
My mother she carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honour 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, on earth will do.
Thankyou 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.
Untill I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity.