Poem

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 that 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

         That will never go away