Cindy 9th June 2010

If red roses grow in Heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me ~ Place them in my Dad's arms & tell him they're from me ~ Tell him that I love & miss him, & when he turns to smile, place a kiss upon his cheek & hold him for a while ~ Because remembering him is easy, I do it everyday ~ But there's an ache within my heart, that will never go away.