If roses grow in Heaven, lord please pick a bunch for me, place them in my sisters arms and tell her they're from me. Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smiles, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile. Because remembering her in my mothers stomach is easy, I do it everyday, but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away.
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Reagan Lee Smith
PoetryThis is another poem. It's about heaven. I do have to say it's inspired by another poem which I had found online.
