by Robert J. Thompson
(Dedicated to my
down from Heaven
God saw your weary face
He gently called out to you
And blessed you with his grace.
He put his arms around you
lifted you to his chest
Close your eyes
It's time for you to rest.
He knew that you were suffering
Enduring oh, such pain
ever more weary
He came for his daughter,
The road had been long and trying
The hills were difficult to climb
Cradling you in his arms
whispered, "Elaine, it's time!"
It broke our hearts to lose you ...
We felt so all alone
Our lives just haven't been the same
Since the day, God called you home.
Nov. 27, 1998, we lost my mother to a long fight with Myelofibrosis.