"God saw you were getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So he put his arm around you
and whispered come with me
with tearful eyes
we watched you suffer
and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you deeply
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating
Hardworking hands to rest.
God broke our hearts
to prove to us
He only takes the best."

... Abigail Marie Marsch


....no more to be said.