It was an emotional time for me leading up to Mother’s Day this year. I would’ve been 22 weeks and well into my 2nd trimester. I would’ve gone into Mother’s Day with that pregnancy glow. But that glow was replaced with sorrow. I am a Mother of a beautiful 4 year old son as well as 6 angel babies. Mother’s Day means something totally different for me and other Mothers who carry their children in their hearts. And, I’m sure that I speak for all of those Mothers when I make this request.
Please acknowledge us on Mother’s Day. We are Mothers too. Even though our children are not here, a Mother’s love never dies. We still think about what could’ve been if they were here. We still shed tears for them. We are many. We will always love them. Although we may remember our babies in silence, we long for the rest of the world to recognize our place in society. We are Mothers too. Just to hear someone offer an expression of love by saying “I’m thinking about you today. Happy Mother’s Day” would mean the world to us. It will not conjure up bad feelings or awful memories. Acknowledging us will just reaffirm the fact that we will always be Mothers. It’s just a simple request. A thought, an expression of love or a card will do.
This was the 1st Mother’s Day “card” I received in 2012 from my dear friend. It was after my first miscarriage. I lost twins in November 2011 and she knew that Mother’s Day would be difficult for me. It truly touched my heart. The thought and the message that this poem conveys was so impactful because of the love and truth that are found in these words. This year and every year, I celebrate Mothers who have children here on earth as well as in heaven. I honor you for the beautiful women you are – inside and out. I admire your strength, courage and faith. Know that you are loved and appreciated. You are a Mother too. ❤
A very sweet poem on this Mother’s Day weekend ❤ Jodes
I am writing to you from heaven,
and though it must appear
… A rather strange idea,
I see everything from up 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,
I saw 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 are 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
Love Abides Here 