Dear Lord,
     I kneel before you in prayers,
Please do me a great favour.
     Pick the choicest roses from the Garden of Heaven,
Give them to my mum.
Tell her I don't go to her grave often,
For now,she is a soul with you in heaven,
And the miles are light years between us,
Till I meet her again, driven in a
hearse.
       All I have left of her are beautiful memories,
And the sound of her sweet voices.
Her lovely smile after a hectic day,
Her reassuring bear hugs to say,
"There's always another day.
        Tell her that I love her,
I really miss her,
And when she gives a smile,
Hold her for me for a while.

Your Servant,