Chen’ney Rae Trotter

If roses grow in heaven Lord,

pick a bunch from us

Place them in Chen’neys arms

And tell her they’re from us

Tell her that we 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

We do it every day

But there’s an ache within our hearts

That will never go away.

Missing and Loving you always, from Mum, Dad and your family xx