I dedicate this poem to my one and only son…

18 09 2007

GOD’S GARDEN MUST BE BEAUTIFUL

God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be
So he closed his arms around you
And whispered come with me.
You didn’t deserve
What you went through,
And so he gave you rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
In tears we saw you sinking;
We watched you fade away.
All our hearts were broken,
You fought so hard to stay.
But when we saw you sleeping
So peacefully from pain,
We would not wish you back
To suffer the pain again.

- Author Unknown -


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