Dear Mr. Hallmark, Sir:
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 whose 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.
She needs to somehow receive,
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 are the one I count upon,
So to you I’ll leave the rest.
Dear Mr. Hallmark, Sir-
I visit with her in her dreams,
And 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 every-where,
No matter where she goes.
She does so many loving things,
So none will ever forget,
That I once lived and loved on earth,
Now my love she needs to get.
Oh, Mr Hallmark, Sir,
Though I no longer live on earth,
I must find a way to remind her
Of her loving, wondrous worth.
Please find that way to let her know
No space or time or sea,
Will ever change the loving truth,
That my Mom she’ll always be.
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“I love you,son. You are always in my heart.”