God saw you getting tired, a cure was not to be. He put his arms around you & whispered "come with me." With tearful eyes we watched, we saw you pass away and although we loved you dearly, we couldn't make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the BEST!
I didn't read the caption first and jumped to a conclusion!
ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely poem to remember someone, by.
ReplyDeleteDebbie
I didn't write this for any particular reason. Only that it is a beautiful poem and my oldest daughter and I have been discussing how much we miss my Mother.
ReplyDeletePatty you are a sweetheart