In Memory

In Memory

If yellow roses grow in heaven,

please pick a bunch for me,

place them in my mother’s arms,

and tell 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.

It’s easy to remember,

memories; they stay,

but there’s an aching in my heart,

that will never go away.

Louise Bush

December 8

1996

Margaret Lafrance

December 15