Our beloved 96-year-old grandmother / great grandmother recently passed away and she loved gardens. We were debating if such a garden scene as at the Villandry might be seen in heaven. This post is part of tribute to Grandma and this was a poem read during her funeral. If Roses Grow in Heaven: If roses grow in Heaven Lord, Please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Grandma’s arms, and tell her they’re from me. Tell her 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 everyday, But there is an ache within my heart, That will never go away. (by Anon)