June 20, 2015
If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord, please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Father’s arms,
and tell them they’re from me.
Tell him I love him and miss him,
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for awhile.
Because remembering him is easy,
I do it every day,
But there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
Love you and miss you every day,
your daughter, Joy-Lynn
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