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 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 an ache within my heart that will never go away. As well as my Mum, you were my best friend, we had so many great times, you made me who I am today. Love you always.
Sandra and partner Peter xx.