Michele L. (Guest)

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be; So He put his arms around you and whispered, "Come with Me".
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and saw you fade away.
Although we LOVED 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!

I'm missing you so much mom. I think of you and cry every day. R.I.H Mom I love you so much xoxoxoxo