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 you sufer

and saw you faded away.

Although we loved you dearly,

we could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

laying loving hands to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.



In Loving Memory of Ernest M. Du

12/11/39  - 07/03/21

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