Dear Mom, God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be. So He wrapped his arms around you, and whispered, "Come to me." And when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain I could not wish you back, To suffer that again. You did not deserve to suffer more So He set you down to rest. To God's garden you are surely bound, So to sit with all the best. Love and miss you, Shana xoxo