December 6, 1927 ~ March 12, 2015
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be.
So He closed His arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me".
You didn't deserve what you went through
And so He gave you rest.
God's Garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping
So peaceful from the pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
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