“If Roses Grow In Heaven”
If roses grow in heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for us. Pleace them in our daughter’s arms and tell her they are from us. Tell her we 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, we do it every day. But there’s an ache within our hearts that will never go away.
Dad, Mom, Chris, Sam and all your family