Sunday, July 8, 2012

A Poem for my Mom

God Saw You Getting Tired

God saw you getting tired,

When a cure was not to be.

So He wrapped his arms around you,

and whispered, "come to me."

You didn't deserve what you went through,

So He gave you rest.

God's garden must be beautiful,

He only takes the best

And when I saw you sleeping,

So peaceful and free from pain

I could not wish you back

To suffer that again.

I Love you with all my hart, and will miss you terribly.

November 11, 1943 - July 8, 2012