I read this in a Facebook group for Congenital Heart Disease awareness.
Although I have seen this once before, both times the tears started to pour as I read this poem.
It seems so perfect, I have to share:
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 and 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.
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