February 18, 1919 – March 30, 2009
God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around you
and whispered
“COME TO ME”
With tearful eyes we watched
You and saw you pass away.
Although we love you dearly,
We could not 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.
In our hearts, you will always be.
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