Dear Mum, Every day I think about you. Every day I miss you. Every day I want to speak to you. Here is a poem for you. Sal If roses grow in heaven If roses grow in heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me, Place them in my Mother's arms and tell her they're from me. Tell her 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 every day, but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away. Anonymous