Poem # 1
| What Makes a Mother |
| By Jennifer Wasik |
| Written with love for all the Mother's missing their babies |
| I thought of you and closed my eyes and prayed to God today I asked, “what makes a Mother”? And I know I heard Him say, A Mother has a baby, This we know is true. But, God, can you be a Mother when your baby's not with you? "Yes you can!", He replied with confidence in His voice, "I give many women babies, when they leave is not their choice. Some I send for a lifetime and other's for a day And some I send to feel your womb but there's no need to stay." I just don't understand this God, I want my baby here. He took a breath, and cleared His throat, and then I saw a tear. I wish I could show you what your child is doing here. If you could see your child smile with other children and say, "We go to earth to learn our lessons of love and life and fear, but My Mommy loved me oh so much I got to come straight here!” I feel so lucky to have a Mom who had so much love for me I learned my lesson very quick My Mommy set me free. I miss my Mommy oh so much but I visit her each day When she goes to sleep on her pillow's where I lay. I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, Mommy don't be sad today I'm your baby and I'm here.” So you see my dear sweet one, your children are okay Your babies are here in My home and this is where they'll stay. They'll wait for you with Me until your lesson is through. And on that day that you come home they'll be at the gates for you. So now you see what makes a Mother It's the feeling in your heart It's the love you had so much of right from the very start. Though some on earth may not realize that you are a Mother until their time is done. They'll be up here with me one day and know you're the best one.
Poem #2
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 can imagine Except I could not find a card, from a child from heaven. She still is a mother too, no matter where I reside I had to leave, she understands but oh the tears she cried. I thought that if I wrote youx 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 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 wonderous 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~
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