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 a rest God’s garden must be beautiful He only takes the best And when I saw you sleeping Peaceful & Free from pain I could not wish you back To suffer that again. I hope you’ve met up once more with Simon, Granny & Grandpa. and your brothers and sisters. xxx