kaitlyn's poem

May 14, 2008
God knew you were weak,
and a cure was not to be .
He wrapped his arms around you
and said "Marie, come to me ."
With tears in our eyes,
we heard you passed away.
Although we loved you dearly.
We could not make you stay.
A young heart stopped beating,
hardworking hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove us
he ONLY takes the best<3

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