God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms round you
and whispered "come to me ".
He didn't like what you went through
and sohe gave you rest,
His garden must be beautiful
he only take the best.
And when we saw you sleeping
so peaceful and free of pain,
we wouldn't wish you back
to suffer that again,
And as you take your final rest
that garden must be beautiful,
Because dad you are one of the best!
jodie
10th March 2012