My neighbor posted this on her FaceBook page and I thought it was worth reposting here.
This is for everyone out there who's Father has gone to Heaven.
If Roses grow in Heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me,
Place then in my father’s arms & tell him they’re from me.
Tell him that I love and miss him & when he turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon his cheek & hold him for awhile.
Because remembering him is easy, I do it everyday,
There’s an ache within my heart that will never go away.
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