Mom and me many many moons ago…
If roses grow in heaven lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and miss her? And when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day. But there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away.
You are missed beyond words and most days I pray for the strengths to cope with your loss.