Oh Momma, how I miss you so, In heaven's garden, roses grow. If only God could pick a bloom, To brighten up your gentle room. A bunch of roses, soft as grace, Delivered to your holy place. Please tell her, God, they're from me here, Her baby girl, who holds her dear. Each petal whispers love's embrace, Eternal bond, time can't erase. In dreams we'll meet, the stars above, Forever wrapped in endless love.