May God bless you and your...

To my dearest St. Louis family, I send this poem to you.
"God saw that Travis was getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put his arms around Trav,
And whispered, 'Come to Me.'
With tearful eyes we watched,
And saw him pass away.
Although we loved our Travis dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
And hard-working hands are at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove,
That He only takes the...
September 09, 2010