To: Kyle
Love Mom:
God saw you getting tired,
and a cure was mot to be.
So he put his arms around you,
and whispered "come to me".
With tearful eyes we watvched you,
and saw you pass away.
although we loved you dearly
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard workinmg hands at rest.
GOD BROKE OUR HEARTS TO PROVE TO US,
HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST!!!!!!!!
