If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my daughters arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
I wrote the poem that you have entitled, “if roses grew in heaven.” It is a small part of a much longer poem I wrote. Please email me back.
Kirsten, this is a lovely portion of what you state is a much longer poem. My 51 yr. old son recently passed away and my granddaughter, (his youngest daughter) would like to have the Pastor read this poem at his memorial service I need your full name so we may give credit to you as the author. Please respond via email quickly as our program must be submitted to our Church by Monday……thank you