Monday, December 11, 2023
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If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my grandma'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 awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.