If freesias 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 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 never goes away.
All my love, Corinne xxxx.