Angels saw you getting tired and cure was not to be, so they put their 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 could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands at rest. They broke our hearts to prove to us that
they only take the best.
With loving thoughts from everyone that you have touched.
| Flower |
| 29, May 2011 |
| Judy Priory Cromer |