August 30, 2018
If roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch from me
Place them in my mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek, and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day,
But there is an ache within my heart that will never go away.
Love, Doug, Adam, Sam and families