If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mothers arms,
And tell her their from me.
Tell her I love her and I miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but their is an ache within my heart,
that never goes away.
Love you x
Author unknown.
Stuart
27th March 2022