April 3, 2025
In Loving Memory Of My Son
If roses grow in Heaven Lord,
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Son’s arms
and tell him they’re from me.
Tell him that I love and miss him
and when he turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for a while.
Because remembering him is easy.
I do it everyday.
But there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.


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