“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 I love her and me 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.” ~ Anonymous
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 11:04:59 +0000
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