In memory of Connie Bishop

December 8, 1914 - April 14, 2012

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 a while.

Because remembering her is easy,

We do it every day,

But there is an ache within our hearts

That will never go away.