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 that I love and miss her

And when she turns to smile,

Place a kiss upon her cheek,

And hold her for a while.

Remembering her is so very easy,

I do it every day,

But there is an ache within my heart,

That will never go away.

Your wee lassie

Margaret x x x