Dearly-loved and missed by her daughter Annette and husband Billy.
If roses grow in heaven, Lord pick a bunch for me,
place them in my mother's arms and tell them her they're from me.
Tell her I love and miss her and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away.
Thursday 25 April 2019