A Christmas Card from Heaven...

I found another poem on the Internet tonight.  Of course it quickly spoke to me.  It was as if Wyatt was really speaking, as if he really was making this one little request.  I thought many of the other BLMs would appreciate this poem.  It makes me feel like our babies have a voice and that we, as mothers, are still thought about, just as we think about our little ones. 

Get ready to pull out your tissues girls.....

Dear Mr. Hallmark,  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 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 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 if I wrote you, that you 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 laughter too,
Memories our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?

My mother 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 of 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.

My child, he lives in Heaven, that is the place that he calls his home.  He knows where is Mommy and Daddy live, though we never did get to bring him home.  My baby lives in Heaven and I will see him when I arrive.  Until then, I think of him everyday and do everything to honor him while I am alive.  My son will be my son forever and I will always be his mother.  I would love to receive this card on Christmas day, I wonder if Mr. Hallmark will send one my way?