A Poem of Comfort

God saw you getting tired,

When a cure was not to be.

So He wrapped his arms around you,

and whispered, "Come to me".

You didn't deserve what you went through,

...So He gave you rest.

God's garden must be beautiful,

He only takes the best

And when I saw you sleeping,

So peaceful and free from pain

I could not wish you back

To suffer that again.

See you tonight at the visitation (4-7 pm at Crawford funeral home), thank you for all of your love, support and prayers.

Also, we plan on printing this blog into a book for our family, so if you would like to leave a comment with memories of Mom, words of sympathy, or prayers, please do so and they will go right along with the book.