A poem for you mum from Shane, Carl and Claire:
God saw you was getting tired,
and a fix was not to be,
so he put his arms around you,
and whispered,
"come to me ".
With tearful eyes we watched you,
and saw you pass away,
all though we love you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stops beating,
hard working hands at rest,
god broke our hearts to prove us,
he only takes the best.