Thought I'd share a poem I found in G'ma's drawer today. It was like she explained the last 3 days of her life to us.
God looked around his garden
and found an empty space.
He then looked down upon the Earth
and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always picks the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain,
He that knew you'd never
get well on Earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough,
and the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids and
whispered "Peace Be Thine."
It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.
In honor of:
Harriette K. Smith-Keith
June 29 1914 - May 13 2004