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May 12
May 12
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 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.
I send this heartfelt poem and hope in some way, thoughts get thru and speak to you, to know I miss and love you dearly!
I love you Mom!
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother’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 every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
I send this heartfelt poem and hope in some way, thoughts get thru and speak to you, to know I miss and love you dearly!
I love you Mom!