It is so painful and it physically hurts to be a mother to Angels, especially on Mother's Day!!! When little children sing songs and make gifts for their mothers at school and church, it hurts to know no child will ever do that for you. When children of all ages search the stores for flowers and cards to send to their mothers, knowing that there isn't a child doing that for you is heartbreaking. Mother's Day is a day of celebrating the joys of motherhood.
What about those mothers who had children in her womb, but never got to hold them in her arms? What about mothers who held her children for just a few moments but then had to let them go? What about those mothers who had longer with her children to created memories but then it came to an end? What do these mothers have to celebrate? What proof do these women have that they were mothers? Are these women even mother's anymore????
YES!!! The moment you find out you are pregnant, YOU ARE A MOTHER AND WILL BE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!!! Motherhood doesn't begin or end when you have a child in your arms. Motherhood begins at that first positive pregnancy and it continues until your love ends.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE ANGELS AS CHILDREN!!!!
Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am witting to you from heaven, and though it might appear.
A rather strange idea, I see everything from here.
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.
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.
Every card you could imagine.
Except I could not fine a card,
From a child who lives in heaven.
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 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.
That though I live in heaven now, I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, she dreams with me, we still share laughter too.
Memories are our way of speaking now, could you see what you could do.
Memories are our way of speaking now, 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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity.
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