6x12 Navy Blue board with Cream text
God saw you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So God put his arms around you,
And whispered "Come To Me".
With tearful eyes I watched you,
As you slowly slipped away,
And though I loved you dearly,
I could not make you stay.
Your heart of gold stopped beating,
Your tired body laid to rest,
It broke my heart to lose you,
But I know God only takes the best.
In Loving Memory of:
Mildred Heath Rogers
July 24, 1920 - August 1, 2019