Note from Heaven
Mother’s Day Card for a Mother that Lost Her Child
For all the words unspoken
For all the tears you cried
For all the times you missed me
For all the times you're sad
Please know that I do miss you
And love you so so much
You’re still my favorite mommy
I just watch you from above
Heaven is really pretty
And God is really nice
He tells me that you love me
When he kisses me goodnight
He said today is like a birthday
For mommies and their kids
He said that I’m your present
And in your heart I’ll always live
So here’s my note from heaven
I hope you get it quick
If I could choose any mommy
You will always be my pick
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