If roses grow in heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me; place them in my daughters arms and tell her they're from me; tell her that I love 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 every day; There's an ache within my heart that will never go away. Praying for you and your family..This poem made me think of your sweet mother. Please watch over her.