McARTHUR Brenda Mary.
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 that I love and miss her and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her forawhile because remembering her is easy, I do it every day but there's an ache within my heart, that will never go away.
Goodnight my angel.
Brokenhearted Daughter Jane. X X X
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