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 for a while.
Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away.
Vicki
22nd September 2020