Golden Heart
God saw you
were getting tired and a cure was not to be ,
So he put his
arms around you and whisperd come with me.
With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away,
Although we
loved you dearly we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopping beating, hard working hands at rest,
God broke our
hearts to show us he only takes the best.
RIP. Aunt Barney
MAK