In loving memory of Anna M. Cutchall:
If Roses Grow In Heaven
If roses grow in heaven
Lord, please pick a bunch for me
Then place them in my mother’s arms
And tell her they’re from me
Tell her that I love and miss her
And when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for awhile.
Remembering her is easy
I do it every day
But there’s an ache within my heart
That never goes away.
With all my love!