If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my mommy Gloria’s arms
And tell her they’re from me
Tell her 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 everyday,
But there’s an ache within my heart,
That will never go away.
I love you Mommy Gloria!