By The Last Boy In Line
Monday, February 11, 2019
If roses grow in heaven Lord,
Please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Mother's arms,
And tell her there from me.
Tell her I love and miss her,
Then 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 everyday,
But there is an ache in my heart,
That will never go away.
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