Edna Tecson Bailey
If Roses grow in Heaven Lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my brother’s arm, tell him they’re from me. Tell him that I love him and miss him, and when he turns to smile, place a kiss upon his cheeks and hold him for awhile. Because remembering him is easy, I do it everyday but there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away. Author..Kristen Preus