If Roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mother’s arms and tell her they are 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. Remembering her is easy, I do it every day, but there is an ache within my heart that will never go away. We all miss and Love you! Will see you again someday! Love Christine
If Roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mother’s arms and tell her they are 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. Remembering her is easy, I do it every day, but there is an ache within my heart that will never go away. We all miss and Love you! Will see you again someday! Love Christine