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Barbara Clearey 17th September 2020

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