3 years ago
Barbara Clearey
Lord, if roses grow in heaven, 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 a while.
Because remembering her is easy - I do it every day
But there's an ache within my heart which will never go away
Missing you Always. xxx