Theresa M. Linguiti

God saw she was getting tired

And a cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around her

And whispered, “come with me.”

With tearful eyes we watched

Her suffer

And saw her fade away.

Although we loved her dearly,

We could not make her stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard working hands to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.