If roses grow...

If roses grow in Heaven Lord,

pick a bunch for me ~

Place them in my Dad's arms

& tell him they're from me ~

Tell him that I love him,

and miss him very much~

& when he turns to smile,

place a kiss upon his cheek ~

Because remembering him is easy.....

I do it every day ~

But there's an ache within my heart,

that will never go away.

A sunset from our trip to Mexico last year.