Jesse this year is my second Mothers Day without you. I just want the world to know that although you do not walk on this earth I will never stop being your Mother. Being your Mom was the hardest and the best work I have ever done in my Life. I miss you but I do know that you are always very near to all of us who love you. A mothers love does not end the day her child dies. . . . .it becomes a perfect love.
Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing 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 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 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 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, on 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.
Author Unknown
My Mom Lies
Ask my Mom how she is
My Mom, she tells alot of lies
she never did before.
From now until she dies,
she'll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mom how she is
and because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
because she can't describe the pain.
Ask my Mom how is she,
She'll say "I'm alright."
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mom how is she,
she seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see
nor the strength to yell.
Ask my Mom how she is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For Gods sake Mom, just tell the truth
just say your heart is broken.
She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how is she
she'll lie and say she's fine.
I am here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near.
On the day we meet again,
we'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mom
with all the lies you told!"
-unknown
