søndag 10. februar 2013

Place a kiss upon her cheek.

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  and miss 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,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.

2 kommentarer:

Anonym sa...

Så nydelig dikt og så rørende !! Er det bilde av din mor ?
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prinsesselinn sa...

heisann ;) ja det er det ;) fin <3