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To Mom From Your Son In Heaven
Submitted by flgibso | August 5, 2015 - 1:19pm
Mom Even though I am in Heaven
My new chapter in life has begun
And nothing could ever come between
The love of a Mother and Son
You carried me as a baby
The bond we have will never bend
You will always be my sweet Mother
You are my Guiding Light, My Best Friend
We created sweet memories in life
The love that you gave saw me through
And now I will love you from Heaven
It is my turn to watch over you
So don’t think that you’re living without me
For my Spirit is just at your side
I see that you cry tears in your sleep
Your sadness for me you can’t hide
Perhaps I’ll send frogs when you miss me
To remind you of your silly boy
Or maybe just one little critter
So I can see those tears turned into Joy
Oh, Please Mom know that I am right here
I am perfect in Heaven’s sweet light
And some day when you come to Heaven
I will hug you with all of my Might
I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief.
You'll have his lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take him home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
'Dear Lord, Thy will be done!'
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.
Edgar Guest