MY MOM

My Mom died of cancer about a year ago. Here is how I like to think of her.

Here is a lovely poem of unknown authorship:

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."
With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart has stopped beating
A clever mind is now at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He takes the very best.