Marion Bell
Marion Bell
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 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 in my heart that will never go away.
Always in my prayers.
