Mother's Day

A Mother's Day Ode

I am your mother, but you, my child, I cannot hold.

It'll get easier with time, or so I'm told.

People may forget that I am your mother.

I'm part of a secret club we only share with one another.

But that doesn't diminish my love for you.

I think of you the whole day through.

I wonder what you're doing, my Precious Little One.

We are connected by an infinite bond which cannot come undone.

I will not let death tear us apart.

I promise to always keep you alive in my heart.

~Susan Mosquera

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,

There was 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 is 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.

~Jody Seilheimer