Yaminah McAfee-Horne

To My Mother A R OSE A BOVE ~ L ETTER TO H EAVEN We little knew that morning, That God was going to call your name.

In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you but you did not go alone; For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

If roses grow in Heaven Lord, please pick a bunch for me, place them in my Mothers arms

and tell her they’re from me. Never Selfish, Always kind, These are the Memories You left behind. 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 awhile. God called you home, you left us peaceful memories,

Because remembering you is easy, I do it everyday, but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away . Love, Rashida