Veronica Pizano

If Roses Grow in Heaven Lord

please pick a bunch for us.

Place them in our Mother’s arms

and tell her they’re from us.

Tell her we love her and miss her,

and when she turns to smile

Place a kiss upon her check

And hold her for a while.

Because remembering her is easy

I do it every day,

But there is an ache within our hearts

That will never go away.