Rita Arines

AIRNES Rita If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for us,
Place them in Rita's arms,
And tell her they are from us,
Tell her we 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,
We do it everyday,
But there's an ache within our hearts,
That will never go away.
Your loving sisters, brothers-in-law and family xx.