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
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland