Do roses grow in heaven, Lord,
perfect in every way?
Is there a pretty yellow one,
that you could pick today?

I'd like it for my loved one,
that joined you in heaven high.
Would you give it with a note,
but please, don't tell him that I cry?

Yellow was his favorite rose,
he gave to me with a kiss.
I can still smell the fragrance,
As I sit here and reminisce.

My eyes still get teary, Lord,
for I miss him very much.
If only for a moment,
I could once more feel his touch.

Remembering our love is easy,
as I do it every day,
but my heart still has an ache,
that will never go away.

So if you have some roses,
please save a yellow one,
and tell my love I'll join him,
when my life on earth is done.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey
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