December 28, 2012
December 28, 2012
If roses grow in heaven lord please pick a few for me; place them in my mothers arms and tell her they're from me. Tell her that I love and miss her; and when she turns to smile; Place a kiss upon her check and hold her for awhile; Because remembering her is easy I do it everyday; but theres an ache within my heart because I miss her more each day....