KENNEDY, Ann Merle

If roses grow in Heaven Lord,

please pick a bunch for me.

Place them in my Mother's arms

and tell her they're 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 everyday,

But there's an ache within my heart

that will never go away.

Pege & Ray