Dora Winrow

WINROW
Dora
If roses grow in Heaven Lord,
Please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my wife's arms,
And tell her they're from me.
Tell her that 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 is an ache within my heart,
That will never go away.

In loving memory of my wife Dora Ann.

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