To my mother, the beautiful Dawn.....

God's Garden

God looked around His garden

And He found an empty place.

He then looked down upon this Earth

And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you

And lifted you to rest.

God's garden must be beautiful

He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering

He knew you were in pain.

He knew that you would never

Be well on Earth again.

He saw the roads were getting rough

And the hills were hard to climb.

So he closed your weary eyelids

And whispered, "Peace be thine."

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you didn't go alone.

For part of us went with you

The day God called you home.

(This poem was not written by my mother, but it was among her things. If you know whose poem this is, please send us the information.)