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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 miss her,
And when she turns to smile,
Pace 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.

You are foreverloved and missed
by your family.

As published in the Winnipeg Free Press on Mar 21, 2020

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