If roses grow in heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me;
Place them in my mothers arms & tell her they're from me;
Tell her that I love her, and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.
Remembering her is easy.... I do it everyday.
There's an ache within my heart that will never go away.
To Heaven and Back, Mom. I love you~