If roses grow 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 I love her and I miss her,
And when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for awhile.
Remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart,
That will never go away.
-Author Unknown
Momma and I, circa 1991.
Mother's Day 2009, the last one I was able to spend with her. We went to Houston and ate crawfish with Pops.
Our last picture together, June 2010.
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