May 1, 1928 - March 3, 2020
If roses grow in heavens,
Creator pick a bunch from us,
Place them in our mother and grandma's arms
And tell her they're from all of us.
Tell her we love her and miss her dearly,
And when she turns to smile,
Place a thousand gentle kisses upon her cheek
And hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
We do it every day,
But there's an ache within our hearts
That will never go away.