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Published June 13, 2022 at 6:02 a.m. | Updated June 13, 2022 at 11:33 a.m.
If roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for us.
Place them in our Mother's arms and tell her they're from us.
Tell her we 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,
We do it every day,
But there's an ache within our heart
That will never go away.
— With love, from your family.
Place them in our Mother's arms and tell her they're from us.
Tell her we 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,
We do it every day,
But there's an ache within our heart
That will never go away.
— With love, from your family.
