If roses grow in heaven Lord,
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Mothers arms,
and tell her there 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.
Nina x
16th April 2024