Mom, I miss you so much. You were my rock...
If roses grow in Heaven Lord
Please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my mother's arms and tell her they are 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 every day.
But there is an ache within my heart
    that will never go away.