Happy Birthday in Heaven, Mom

Mother's never really die,

They just keep house up in the sky.

They polish the sun by day

and light the stars that shine at night,

Keep the moonbeams silvery bright

And in the heavenly home above

They wait to welcome those they love.

Today is my Mother's earthly birthday.  She would have been 70 years old.  She passed away at the age of 59, way too young.  If she were here today, I imagine she would be fussing over her flowers, watering her ferns, and enjoying the hummingbirds.  She's in heaven for this birthday, just like the last ten.  I wonder what she's doing in Heaven today?  Is she tending to God's flower garden?  Is she practicing in the Angelic Choir?  Or, does she even know it is her earthly birthday?  Does she miss me as much as I miss her?  Does she know I wish she were here today so I could tell her "Happy Birthday".  Does she know that I am so thankful that God gave her to me, that he picked me to be her child?  So many questions, so few answers, I can only trust that she knows everything I wish I could tell her.  Happy Birthday in Heaven, Mom, I love and miss you so!

If Roses grow in Heaven

Lord, please pick a bunch for me.

Place them in my Mother's arms

and tell her they're from me.

Tell her that I love her and miss her,

and when she turns to smile,

place a kiss upon her cheek

and hold her for a while.

Because remembering her is easy,

 I do it every day,

  but there's an ache within my heart

    that will never go away.