Mother Remembered

God saw that my mother was getting old -

a cure was not to be.

He put His arms around her,

and whispered, "Come with Me."

With tearful eyes

we watched her fade away.

We loved her dearly

but we could not make her stay.

Her golden heart stopped beating,

ending her long and difficult journey.

God broke our hearts to prove

He only takes the best.

With much to remember,

we miss her.

She will always be

in my heart and my soul,

spirit and life.

-Author Unknown

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