If roses grow in heaven,
Lord pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mums arms,
And tell her there from me.
Tell her I love and miss her,
And when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
And hold it for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday,
But there’s an ache within my heart,
That will never go away.
Jacqueline xx
Jacqui
14th February 2018