A poem for angels.. when god saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be found he put his arms around you and whispered" come to me my child. He did'nt like what you went through and gave you rest. His garden must be beautiful he only takes the best. And when he saw you sleeping so peaceful and free from pain we would'nt wish you back again to suffer that again. Today we say goodbye and as you take your final rest, that garden must be beautiful because we only take the best...god bless you all..
