McIntosh

Published on 17/10/2015

McINTOSH - Mum. God saw you getting tired, A cure was not to be. He put his arms around you, And whispered "come with me". With tearful eyes we watched you, Slowly fade away. Although we loved you dearly, We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. If tears could bring you back mum, You would never have left. Love you to the moon and back. - Senga, John and Paul. xxx

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