If Roses Grow in Heaven
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 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 a ache within my heart
that will never go away.
In loving Memory of my chreished Mother,
Missed and loved more than words can say.