If Roses grow in heaven,
Please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my mum's arms,
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her 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 this ache within my heart,
That will never go away.
Love
Carol xx