Dear Mom,

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 I watched you,
And saw you pass away,
And though I loved you dearly,
I could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands were brought to rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me,
He only takes the best.

All My Love,
Carole

Me and Mom at Montauk Point, NY