If roses grow in heaven
Please pick a bunch for me
Place them in my nan'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 awhile
Bex
16th October 2022
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Sent by F P Guiver & Sons Ltd on 21/09/2022
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland