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 tear-filled eyes we watch her
suffer and fade away.
Although we loved her deeply,
we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
hard-working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
he only takes the best.
I read this poem an loved it. Thought I would share it.
Alana Simpkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-only-takes-the-best/
