Shirley Dellich
Shirley Dellich
Shirley Dellich September 14, 2012
To my wife, Shirley,
If flowers grow in heaven Lord,
Then pick a bunch for me.
Then place them in my dear wife’s arms
And tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love and miss her
And I miss the way we were.
And when my angel turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for a while.
