In Loving Memory Of A Dear Mother

God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put His arms around you and whispered "come to me."  


Mother, with tearful eyes I watched you and saw you passed away, although I loved you dearly I could not make you stay.


A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.  God broke my heart to prove to me, He only takes the best.  Mother, you memory will never rest.









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