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588 · Apr 2017
Roses
Abigail C Bee Apr 2017
If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Father's arms
and tell him they're from me.

Tell him I Love him and miss him,
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for awhile.

Because remembering him is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.

— The End —