If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my mothers arms,
And tell her they're from me.
Tell her I love 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,
Because I miss her more each day.
Aaron & Lisa on 11/02/2015