Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Dear, dear Dell:

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you and whispered "Come With Me".
With tearful eyes we watched as we saw you pass away,
Although we love you dearly, we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the BEST.