If roses grow in Heaven, lord pick a bunch for me. Place them in my mother’s arms & tell her there from me.
Tell her I love & miss her and when she turns & smiles, place a kiss upon her cheek & hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday, but there’s a ache within my heart that will never go away. 💔
Rachel Saunders:
01/05/2020