To My Dad

God saw that he was getting tired

and

cure was not to be.

So He put his arms around him and whisper,

"come with me."

With tearful eyes watched him suffer

and

slowly fade away.

Although we loved him dearly,

we could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

hard working hand to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

"He only takes the best."

Love Always Tony.