Mom you were getting tired,
and to get well was not to be.
So God put his arm's around you,
And said come along with me.

With tearful eye's I watched
as you slowly went away
Oh Mom I loved you dearly,
but could not make you stay.

A precious heart stopped beating
Loving hands put you to rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me,
that he only takes the best.

I love you with all my heart
Your Daughter Shirley

Author
Shirley Dollin
April 2001
In Memory of
My Mother

©Shirley Doolin
Author
April 2001