If roses grow in Heaven...
Allah, please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my mother's arms
and tell her they are 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.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday.
But there is an ache within my heart
that will never go away...