A Poem

God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not meant to be,
So he put his arms around you
and whispered "Come to Me".
With tearful eyes your friends watched you,
as they saw you pass away.
Although they loved you deeply,
They could not make you stay.
Your Golden Heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
- Therese & Ivana


God Bless His Soul. Rest In Peace Afham. Al-fatihah.
Lots of love,
Ivana