If roses grow in heaven,Lord please pick a bunch for me, Place them in my Grandmother's arms And tell her they're from me. Tell her that I love her 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 because I am missing her today.
Miss you Grandma
your grandson Joe xoxo