For our dear Mother, Sister and Granny
If flowers grow in heaven, Lord,
Then pick a bunch for me.
Then place them in my mothers arms and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I love and miss her
And when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday , but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away.
(Written by: Dolores M. Garcia)