This poem is about my grandma who suffered for about 4 years..
God saw that mom was getting old
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 dearley,
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.
