Monday, November 20, 2023
A poem Author Unknown:
God saw she was getting tired
So he put his arms around her
and whispered, "Come with me."
With tear-filled eyes we watched her
suffer and fade away.
Although we loved her deeply,
we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard-working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to use
he only takes the best.
entered by: Ronald Sherer
