Deb Pollock
Deb Pollock
To my wife and our mom, Deb Pollock.
If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord pick a bunch for us
Place them in our mother's arms
And tell her they're from us.
Tell her that we love her,
And dearly miss her too.
When she turns to smile,
Please place your arms around her
And hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
We do it every day.
But there's an ache within our hearts that will never go away.
Happy Mother's Day Mom!!
