Polly Martin
in honor of Helen.
If Roses grew in Heaven
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday,
but there's an ache in my heart
that will never go away.
I love you 60 jillion !
Polly
