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 a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
But there is an ache within my heart,
that will never go away. 
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