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If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mothers arms
and tell her theyre 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 theres an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
Your Boys .....
Published online at KenoshaNews.com on Feb. 11, 2014