If tulips grow in heaven, Lord,
Pick a special bunch up there,
Place them in my daughter’s arms,
And let her know I care.
Please tell her that I love her,
And I think of her each day,
With special thoughts and memories,
As I go on along the way.
It’s hard to be without her, Lord,
But the love she gave when she was here,
Has helped to see me through.
For this I send my thanks to her,
And I’d like my Maureen to know,
The love and joy that she portrayed,
Still helps her Mom to grow.
