If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord, deliver some for me.
Place them in my Mother's arms
And tell her they're from me.
Tell her I love and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for a while.
Because she is a Rose of Heaven
She blossoms in His love,
Blessed by Heaven's angels
In His garden up above.
*adapted from an unknown verse