This is a poem by Frances and Kathleen Coelho It is one of my favorites God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be. So He wrapped his arms around you, and whispered, "come to me." You didn't deserve what you went through So He gave you rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best And when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain I could not wish you back To suffer that again. Big hugs from all of us Scott, Regina, Sara, & Andrew
