If roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mum’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 will do it every day,
But there’s an ache within my heart
That will ever go away.
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Amanda
22nd February 2018