Memorial to Mom

Dorothy W. Neely

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 tearful eyes we
watched her suffer and
saw her fade away.
Although we couldn't
bear to lose her. We
could not bid her stay.
A golden heart
stopped beating, hard
working hands laid to
rest. God broke our
hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.