God so her getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around her
and whispered
My child come with me
With tearful eyes we
watched her suffer
And so her fade away
Although we loved her dearly
We could not make her stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands to rest
God broke our hearts
to prove to us
He only takes the best

It's been several years since this was said at my mom's funeral.And as hard as death is sometimes,I remember what she was on earth and no she's is a much better place.

((((( Pam ))))))

Too our Mom's... They live within us,, guide us and probably laugh at some of our choices,, yet loving us unconditionally

Hugs & Kiss's

Beautiful

Beautiful poem to be read at a funeral.

That was beautiful Pam and real devoted.

That was nice!!
That can only confort all that read.

That brought tears to my eyes as I thought of my Mother

to all the moms and dads

I watched it many a time in the nursing home I was maintenance in for the last 4 years...

My mom was my grandma, and this poem brought her in full light today, thank you so much for that...

nice sentiment

Thank you

To them being in a much better place, and
to seeing them again one day!