A Poem for Mother
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So He put his arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me."
With tearful eyes I watched you
And saw you pass away;
Although I loved you dearly
I couldn't 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.
With love from your daughter, Venca
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So He put his arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me."
With tearful eyes I watched you
And saw you pass away;
Although I loved you dearly
I couldn't 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.
With love from your daughter, Venca
The above poem was written by my sister after our mother passed away. I think it is a beautiful tribute to her. The photo above is of Venca and Mom at my daughter's high school play, Prince Caspian.
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