If Roses grow in heaven
Lord, please pick a bunch for me
And place them in my mothers arms
And tell her they're from me
Tell her I love her 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 everyday
But there's an ache within my heart
That will never go away.
Caroline
22nd July 2013
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Sent by Cruse Bereavement Care on 22/07/2013
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland